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The(O) Condition - Chapter 03
🕑 Added 2025-08-24 10:00:05 +0000 UTCTHE(O) CONDITION
Chapter 3: Theo’s Condition
“I was just in the restroom. I—”
Theo cut me off.
“I know you saw me.”
“I didn’t mean to. I… I was just…”
“Oh, come on, Bastian. No need to stammer like that. You spied on me! That’s it.”
I felt myself crumbling.
“I… I'm sorry. I swear this isn't what you think!”
“Let’s just have a talk after class.” He shook his head. “I suppose you would have found out at some point anyway.”
“Find out? What?”
“Go to class; you’re going to be late. We’ll talk later.”
It was true; I was running late, but I hated leaving things like this.
“You’re sure? I really want to apologize.”
“Yeah, it’s not that big of a deal. Relax.”
“But I…”
Theo turned around and walked away, his fat ass perfectly accentuated by his shorts. Damn it, the dude was sex on a stick.
What exactly did I need to find out?
On the bright side, he did not seem that angry.
Needless to say, I was unable to focus in my management class, and even less so in my anatomy class, which I shared with Theo, later in the afternoon.
Is it bad to say that I knew he was in the room even before I saw him, just from his smell alone?
I was like a dog— able to sniff him from miles away.
Was I obsessed, or did he really stink that badly?
When I say 'stink,' I should specify that I mean it as a compliment.
Theo was exuding a thick masculine scent that I was more than happy to bathe in.
It was just slightly distracting when I was only trying to get through my first day at GoonninDale.
Theo was already sitting next to a burly guy who looked familiar when I walked in, so I sat behind them.
My roommate glanced at me, but did not acknowledge me particularly.
The professor was rather hot, probably in his early forties, quite fit and wearing a style of black glasses I had always considered very slutty.
He could very well have been my type, although, this is not saying much since every attractive guy coming my way was my type at this point in my life.
Unfortunately, the introduction to the class was pretty boring.
Mr. Gallan spent a long time talking about the history of science and how human beings began studying their anatomy, rather than going straight to the subject.
I found the nipples poking through his white shirt and the thighs trapped in his tight trousers more entertaining than anything else.
Like all the other hunks in the class, Theo seemed to fall asleep out of boredom rather quickly.
Though I did not pay much attention to the teaching, I was wide awake. I did not want to blink, lest I miss a second of the eye candy on display all around me.
Not that my former college lacked jocks, but in GoonninDale, it was as if every student was desperate to expose every inch of their fit bodies.
I suppose that is what happens when 90% of the student body is male athletes.
With all the tank tops, crop tops and short shorts, there was a lot of skin on display and I could not miss a bit.
A tall, blond guy was sitting next to me, taking notes on a piece of looseleaf paper—how retro—and exposing his bushy armpits at the same time.
Of course, though, I was mainly focused on the heartthrob sitting right in front of me.
When he moved a little, Theo’s tank top stretched upward, and I could see the beginnings of hair coming out of his ass crack.
He really did not give a fuck about displaying his most intimate parts!
I could have stared at his back for hours.
Around the end of the class, students started giggling when Mr. Gallan explained that he would soon need a volunteer to model for some of the less theoretical lessons.
I could not say if he was for real or not, but Theo already told everyone he was willing to be a test subject.
I would not have put it past him.
When we left, my roommate was chatting with the hunky guy he had been sitting with. I learned his name was Kyle, and I finally recognized him.
He was one of the guys featured in the pamphlet representing GoonninDale Academy.
Kyle had very dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. More importantly, he had a similar build to Theo's, with bulging muscles that were to die for.
The three of us walked outside the old building where most of our classes were held so we could enjoy the late September desert weather.
It was warm, but not as excruciating as the last few days had been.
“We're going to have a drink with some of the guys. You should come!” Kyle offered, even though it was the first time we had talked to each other.
I was about to accept, since I knew that I should be making friends, but Theo had other plans.
“We might join you later, but Bastian and I have to stop by our dorms first. We have some paperwork for registration to take care of.”
Paperwork?
Talk about a lame excuse.
“No problem. We’ll see each other during practice tomorrow!”
“Wait, you’re on the diving team?” I asked.
Kyle did not look the part, either. He was way too stocky to be a diver.
“Yep, I've been on the team for a couple of years. Coach Barnes is a little crazy, but you’ll see, it’s really fun. As long as we get people to pay tickets for the galas, we’re guaranteed good grades and a good time!”
Kyle was joined by the guy who had been sitting next to me, who I found out was named Larry, but we parted ways quickly since Theo was visibly in a hurry to return to the dorms.
He really wanted to have that talk.
It was probably for the best, but I was nervous.
I could not read Theo.
At times, I thought he was angry; he seemed authoritarian and harsh. At other times, he appeared to be somewhat cocky and playful.
We entered our bedroom, sweating from our brisk walk in the sun. (It made total sense that everyone dressed lightly around there.)
Theo sat on his bed with a sigh.
I looked at him, unsure.
“Sit down.” He commanded.
I did not have to obey him, but I felt compelled to do so.
I sat in silence on my bed facing him.
I tried to break the ice.
“So, you wanted to talk to me?”
“I guess the cat's already out of the bag. Or rather, the cum is already out of the ball sack.” He laughed.
I laughed too, but I was not sure what was so funny.
I was visibly more embarrassed about being caught lurking than he was about masturbating in public restrooms.
Theo kept fiddling with his crotch, his bulge appeared to be super prominent once again.
“Look, Theo, I'm sorry about earlier. I… I didn't mean to overstep or…”
“Or be a voyeur?”
“Yeah, no! I—"
“You were just curious. That’s fine.”
“So, you’re not mad at me?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I thought I'd be better at hiding my condition, but I was fooling myself. It's been less than 24 hours, and I already have to confess.”
“To confess? To what?”
“I suppose it's not that bad, but you've probably noticed that something was different about me.”
I could have lied, but since we were putting the cards on the table, I chose honesty.
“I did notice you spent quite a lot of time in the bathroom…”
“And what did you think I was doing in there, buddy?”
I gulped.
How could I forget the massive amount of spunk I had found out there that morning? Or the cum splattered in the restroom’s stall after lunch?
“I don't know. I just thought it was weird. Is it about the condition you mentioned?”
He nodded.
“It has everything to do with it.”
“What is it exactly? Are you sick?”
“No, it’s not really a disease. It can’t kill me, and it's not dangerous, per se.”
“Okay… Then what?”
“Bastian, I have this condition called Optimas Virilitas.”
Was that supposed to ring a bell?
“I’m sorry. I don’t speak Latin. Is this something that's common knowledge? Should it mean anything to me?”
“No, it’s very rare. Basically, it has to do with extreme virility, as if a person's manhood was brought to its optimal state.”
I chuckled.
“Are you trying to tell me that you're the ultimate male specimen?”
“Nah, although, I suppose it's not too far off from the truth.”
I got increasingly intrigued.
“Would you mind explaining? I don’t want you to tell me anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with, though.”
“Cut the act, you’ve seen it all already. I’ll explain but I’m not the best with the scientific lingo so bear with me. Simply put, all the masculine attributes in my body are set to the extreme. Everything that makes us men rather than women—every biological process attached to the male gender, every cell, every chemical reaction—they’re all cranked up to maximum levels in me. I started to show signs at the end of puberty. At first, I had no idea what was happening to me. Then, when I was 19, I received a proper diagnosis.”
“The Optimus Virility thing?”
“Exactly. I call it the 'O' condition. Easier to remember.”
“But what does it entail? Like, concretely?”
“Bro, connect the dots! It entails huge fucking loads and the fact that I need to masturbate much more often than the average guy.”
“Oh, that… Right.”
“I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it from my roommate for too long, but I wanted to test the waters and get to know you a little better before telling you. I've lost many roommates and friends because of it. That’s why it was so difficult for me at former colleges.”
“Really? I mean, I don’t want to sound insensitive, but do people really stop being friends with you just because you masturbate more than they do? That seems a bit ridiculous.”
If anything, I would like that about him!
Theo smiled and adjusted his bulge once again.
It was such a common thing for him to do that it was becoming as natural as seeing someone blink; it was just part of his personality to have his hand glued to that specific part of his body.
“I wish everyone thought like you, buddy. But I get that it can be too much to handle for some people, sometimes it’s just really bad.”
“How bad can it really get? How many times do you… huh… need to…?”
“Cum?”
“Yeah.”
He gave me his best smirk.
“First off, let’s call a spade a spade. If you and I are living together, you might want to get comfortable saying 'cum,' 'jizz,' 'nut,' 'spunk,' 'loads', and everything in between. You might see a lot of it!”
“Okay, okay, I get it. So, how many times do you have to empty your balls?”
“It's hard to say, but on average, maybe up to twelve times. Sometimes a little less than that, but at other times, when I’m really horny, even more than twelve…”
I did the math and thought about it for a few seconds.
“Wait… That sounds fine. I mean, yeah, it’s more than the average guy—more than me—but a lot of guys ejaculate at least once a day, so that's already seven times a week. I bet a lot of guys do it twice a day, just like you, twelve to fourteen times a week! Sure, your ejaculations seem pretty intense but like, the way you talked about it, I thought it would be much worse.”
“Are you listening to me? I didn't tell you I was pumping my meat and releasing my ball juice once or twice a day. I said twelve!”
What was he on about?
“I… I’m just confused now.”
“Bro! I never said weekly— I jizz twelve times… a day! Every single day.”
My jaw literally dropped and my eyes went straight to his balls.
I was speechless.
My brain needed a little more time to understand and process the information.
“Bastian, are you about to pass out? You have to tell me if I should call an ambulance.”
I shook my head, but I could not speak; my mouth was still wide open in shock.
“Y… You…”
“You think I’m a freak.”
“No! But like, twelve times a day?! How?! This is… How?!”
“Haven't you seen me sneaking out to the bathroom? Didn't you notice I was masturbating at night? And between classes?”
“I… I did, but… there was so much cum.”
I did not really want to say that, not like this anyway, but the words just came out.
“You saw that, too, eh?”
“I used the bathroom after you. And even in the academy, in your stall…”
“That’s the thing. If I wait more than a couple of hours before ejaculating, it's like a freaking volcano. Like, jizz splattering everywhere, flying like a geyser out of my fat cock. That's why I need to release myself so often. If I don’t, it leaks anyway. Look, it’s already starting.”
Theo finally moved his hands away and spread his legs.
Indeed, a spot was slowly forming in his crotch, right at the top of his prominent bulge.
“That’s insane!”
I was done trying to be mindful of my reactions.
I simply could not pretend this was normal anymore.
“That's what makes it a condition, dude. There are other things, too. For example, I secrete a lot of testosterone, so I often smell. I wasn't hairy at all until I reached the end of puberty, but all this hair came out of nowhere when I was 18. Haven’t you noticed, that my facial hair grows much quicker, like between morning and now, I already have to shave.”
“Dang. Now that you’re saying it! You didn’t have a beard this morning.”
“Also, I have much bigger balls and a larger dick than the average guy. There are nice aspects like my muscles can grow faster but the ejaculation issue is definitely the most complicated to deal with.”
I tried not to dwell too much on the abnormal size of his junk.
“Does it hurt?”
“No! If anything, it feels too good at times…”
“Whoa… Really?”
“Every time I nut, it feels like I need to empty so much spunk—just like you do when you haven’t jizzed in days—and it’s amazing to have that release, like the best thing ever. But being horny all the time messes with my head. It’s 24/7. I have this huge orgasm, my dick is finally back to being flaccid but like, twenty minutes later, sometimes even sooner, I’m boned up all over again. If I don’t take care of my needs regularly, I can't focus on anything. I have like, baby batter brain, and it messes up with my sleep too.”
“That’s what I was about to tell you. How do you manage to sleep? Having an orgasm twelve times a day would mean having one every couple of hours!”
The more we spoke about it, the more stunned I became.
I had never heard of anything like it. It was crazy, yet in a fucked-up way, it was also weirdly attractive.
It was as if Theo were a never-ending bank of creamy sperm.
“As I said, it's not always twelve times. Sometimes only ten is enough, but to make a long story short, my body starts regenerating cum as soon as I ejaculate. The cycle never stops, and it's hyper-fast. A cycle of 24 to 48 hours for the average guy is just one hour for me. Think about the state you’re in when you haven't nutted for three or four days. You start to feel the pressing need to release yourself."
“I've been there… The blue balls.”
“Well, now imagine feeling that way every couple of hours. It's only natural to want to empty your balls, or you get spontaneous erections. I can try to resist, but either way, I end up leaking… A lot. That's what happens when I sleep. Even if I jerk off right before going to bed and as soon as I wake up, and once more in the middle of the night, I still have wet dreams on top of that, and I cream the sheets in my sleep practically every single night.”
“Good Lord…”
“Bro, you should see your face! It looks like your eyes are going to pop out of their sockets.”
“Theo, I’m sorry. I understand this is a condition and I don’t want to be insensitive. It’s surprising, that’s all.”
“That's fine. It looks like my dick is about to pop out of my shorts so we’re even. The last time I jerked off was before anatomy class.”
“You mean after lunch?”
“No! I had to do it again between classes, or I would have leaked in front of Professor Gallan. I bet he wouldn't have minded though— that pervert. He was eyeing me the whole time.”
Now, with his legs spread, I could see his cock throb outrageously in his shorts.
It desperately wanted to get out!
“The O Condition… Damn. You learn something new every day.”
“There’re only a handful of cases in the U.S., and maybe 200 men are affected worldwide, as far as we know. Because it’s such a small group, there’s no money for research or treatment.”
“I see. That must be quite a challenge in your daily life.”
“Hey, I don't want to whine. I know there are worse things in life. It's just tiring. Like, my wrist hurts from pumping my meat.”
“I hadn't even thought about that.”
He smiled.
“Trust me, I think about it… A lot. Though, now I’m kind of trained, so it’s like when you’re an athlete in any sport— your body gets stronger and gets used to the pain. I’ve probably got the strongest right wrist in the world.”
“Silver lining…”
“Trust me, I don’t want to make a bad pun, but draining my balls is mentally draining as well. Ironically, it can take me a while to cum.”
“How so?”
“Think about a time when you were so freaking exhausted that you couldn’t fall asleep. You know you have to sleep but somehow, it doesn’t work. Your brain won’t let you.”
“Yeah, when I’m too in my head about having to sleep, it creates the opposite effect.”
“The same thing happens with me. The milk has to be released somehow, but I'm so used to being in that state with my hand stroking my hard leaking cock that it’s difficult to send the message to my brain that, yes, now’s the right time to release all that spunk out into the world.”
“Shit. That does seem like a lot to deal with.”
“If I have sex with a hot chick, it helps because my orgasm is more natural and authentic. I can cum quicker with my cock buried in a mouth or a pussy, or even better in a tight asshole, then I can last a little longer without having to take care of myself afterwards. But to this day, I've never found a woman willing to service me ten times a day or more…”
“She'd need a lot of stamina.”
“Bet.”
He smiled.
“Well Theo, I didn't mean to snoop, but I suppose it's good for me to know.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m sharing my secret with you. But, since it caused me so many problems at my other colleges, I’d appreciate it if you didn't tell everyone else, at least, not right away. I don’t want to be the GoonninDale freak.”
“No, of course not! You can trust me.”
“Thanks, bro. I think the Academy knows about it. My medical record was transmitted to the board, and they seemed fine with it. I don't think they realize what it really means, though.”
“What happened at your former college?”
“Man, I was constantly nutting and I didn't understand my condition, so it was chaos. I would leak in the middle of class, get a hard-on during competitions, and I would literally cum in hallways or parks because my schlong was so itchy that I had to relieve myself, right then, right there.”
The more he talked, the more I realized his little anecdotes were making my own cock hard.
It was messed up, but I could not help it.
Theo already looked like a god, and the idea that he had to drop his pants in public and ejaculate wherever, whenever was a wet dream come to life.
What did you want me to think? I had my own hormones raging!
“But now, do you have more control?”
“Yes, I’ve learned to live with the O Condition. I’ve developed techniques. In many ways, this semester will be like a test. Obviously, bro, I couldn't be mad at you if you didn't want to be my roommate anymore."
“What? No! Dude, I'm not going to switch rooms because of that. That’d be super uncool of me.”
“You could. Living with me means having to deal with a lot of spunk, all the time and everywhere. I've tried not to make too much of a mess, but I know you've already noticed it. I can't promise that I'd be good at cleaning up after myself. It's not exactly my forte.”
I gulped.
“That’s fine…”
“Really? Is it okay if I leave my creamy butter dripping everywhere?”
“I… I mean, it's a condition. It's not like you want to…”
“To paint the walls white? Honestly, it's kind of fun sometimes!” He grinned at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
His smile was so sexy, and I could tell his dick was very, very hard under the fabric of his shorts.
That thing was literally about to burst.
“It's going to be an adjustment, but we'll manage. Is… Is there anything I can do to help?” I blurted out.
Theo's grin grew even wider.
“Oh, I don't know. I hadn’t considered it, but… Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe you could help.”
“That's what roommates are for."
Theo stood up, and suddenly, he towered over me.
He patted my hair as I stayed seated on the bed.
“You're a good guy, Bastian. A really nice guy. You and I are going to be buddies for real.”
He stepped just a little closer, bringing his throbbing crotch practically to my face.
The darker spot had grown wider. The leakage was out of control, piercing through the fabric.
He was basically wetting his shorts.
“I… I hope so.” I stammered.
He held my shoulders.
“From now on, we're a team, buddy! Right?”
“Right.”
“Okay, I'm going to take care of this. It looks like it cannot wait anymore…”
He stroked his cock through the fabric of his shorts as he said, "Take care of this." I did not really hear anything he said next.
It did not seem to matter much, though, because Theo walked to our bathroom, removed his shorts, and then opened the door.
I saw his hairy ass in full daylight for the first time.
It was astonishing.
He was in a hurry; he needed to handle the problem quickly, and that’s probably why he could not wait to get naked.
I let out a sigh.
This living arrangement was about to get far more interesting than I could have ever imagined.
Comments
Devin
Well this certainly is a “messy”, hot chapter. I’m sure Bastion can help Theo out. It looked like he was about to be asked. Although Theo could clean up in the room and the bathroom a bit. After all, we don’t want to see Bastion licking the walls. Cleaning his pole is one thing, but licking the walls would not be pretty. Doesn’t sound like Theo will ever be boyfriend material. He’ll just use Bastion to dump his loads. Guess we’ll find out. Btw, Goonindale University……hahaha. Where on earth did you cum up with that one? I’ve been meaning to comment since the first chapter. The naughty side of you is really showing on this one Thomas!
thomas lodge
Didn't I tell you that you would love this one? ahah. And this is only the very beginning.
