Do Not Watch (part 5)
Mark awoke to soreness. At first he couldn't quite grasp what was sore and why, then the memories of the previous nights activities began to return. The trip home had been a blur, he drove home in a daze. His head filled with images and remembered feelings and sensations. When he'd finally reached his apartment, he'd undressed on the way to the bathroom and almost fell into the shower. He'd let the hot water run over him for a long time. He 'd washed and felt the soreness for the first time as he cleaned the cum from his body. Once he'd finished his shower and dried himself, he fell into bed, quickly falling asleep.
There was a strange taste in his mouth as Mark's mind began to catch up. He'd showered but had forgotten to brush his teeth. He recognized the taste now, the taste of cum. As that memory crystallized in his mind, he felt a twinge between his legs. His eyes immediately glanced at the computer on his desk and just briefly he considered logging in and starting the video again. He closed his eyes and pushed back the thought, he was tired and sore, and he needed food. He recalled that he'd not eaten since the day before yesterday. His plan was to eat after he got home but that got lost somewhere along the way. Now he was famished.
With a groan, Mark rose from his bed and padded to the kitchen. Coffee would help set things right, if not right, it would at least help clear his head enough to make something to eat. He pondered what to fix for breakfast. He was so incredibly hungry, but he didn't think he had the energy to fix anything substantial. At first he couldn't understand why he felt so tired. His memory of the previous nights events, didn't include him doing much, most of the action was done to him. Then he remembered the orgasms. He cum at least 4 times that he could recall and all 4 had come within about an hour. He'd had multiple orgasms during a single night, but never some many in such a short period of time. His memories explained why he felt so spent.
He struggled through a bowl of cereal and toast, which was about all he could handle right now, then after finishing his coffee, he padded back to the bedroom and fell back into bed. He awoke later in the day. The soreness was still there, though not as bad as it had been, the most important thing was that his head was clearer. He rose and headed off for more coffee.
Coffee in hand, Mark sat at his desk. He checked his emails then hesitated as he started to log in to the internet. As he stared at the screen, he felt a twinge between his legs as his cock began expressing it's opinion of what he should do. His mind wandered back in time to last night. He remembered the men, their cocks, the feeling of hard dick in his mouth and most importantly inside him. His cock was hard now as he recalled the sensations he felt. He felt a strange longing, he wanted to feel everything again, right now. He wished he had a man here with him in his bedroom. One who's cock he could suck, who's cum he could taste. He craved the feel of a hard cock pumping in and out of him. As these thoughts ran through his mind he suddenly notice the wetness at the crotch of his underwear. His cock was oozing precum, lots of it.
He reached down and eased his cock out of his brief's. The tip glistened with precum and as he gazed down at himself, he watched the precum ooze out of the tip. His finger drifted to the clear liquid. Catching some of it on the tip of his finger, he slowly lifted it to his mouth. Without thinking, his lips parted and he sucked at his finger, tasting the salty sweetness. He was startled when his computer screen brightened. When he looked, the video had begun to play. Without realizing it, he had logged in and started it up. He sat staring blankly as the images began flashing before him.
When Mark next looked up, two hours had past. At some point he had climaxed, evidenced by the sticky cum on his hand and leg. His limp penis now rested in a small pool of cum. He asked himself what had just happened? How had two hours past and why didn't he remember jerking off? Coming out of his daze, he rose and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As he stood at the sink, he glanced into the mirror at his own reflection. As soon as his gaze drifted down to his own cock, he felt his sexual desire rising again. In his mind he could think of nothing but cock. He wanted to suck a cock, he wanted it now. He wanted to feel another man's arms around him, to feel that man's hands on his body, and most of all, he desperately wanted to feel that man's cock inside him.
Mark had never thought about gay sex, yes he'd seen some gay porn, but it had never really interested him, until now. Now it seemed his every waking moment was filled with thoughts of sex with men. He was not just filled with fantasies either, he had begun looking at every man he encountered differently. That guy from the warehouse, what was his name? Hector, that was it, Hector. Hector was a big guy, probably 6'4" and he had a big bulge. Mark could almost see it now as he thought about it. He must a huge cock for that bulge to be so big. Mark felt his cock stirring as he thought about Hector's bulge. But Hector was just one of many men he'd seen and each case his mind wondered what lay beneath those pants.
Over the next few days, Mark began considering the men he saw as potential partners, new opportunities for sex. He began considering not just what their cocks looked like, but what it would be like to be with them. How it would feel to have them hold him? What would kissing them be like? He found himself stripping every man he saw in his mind. Then out of the blue, something happened that changed Mark's life. He was at work and it had been a long hard day. He still had some reports to go over so had gone to the break room for coffee. As he finished fixing his coffee he felt a presence behind him, when he turned, he found Hector standing behind him. There was a strange smile on his face. Mark smiled back and said, "Hi." It felt silly to say but it was the only thing he could think of on the spur of the moment.
Hector's smile widened, then Hector told him he had something to talk to Mark about. Mark said sure and asked Hector to go back to Mark's office so they could talk in private. Hector said private was probably a good idea and agreed. Mark thought the comment was a bit odd, but led Hector back to his office. As they entered, Hector asked if he could close the door, again a bit odd but Mark consented. Mark sat behind his desk and Hector sat in the chair opposite him. Hector cleared his throat and began. He told Mark that he'd noticed him looking at him lately and wanted to talk about that. Mark tensed up a bit because lately, he'd been looking at Hector like a potential sex partner and was worried now that maybe Hector was upset about it.
Mark fumbled with some words looking to provide some explanation, when Hector held up his hand. Mark became silent and waited. Hector told Mark he'd seen him around the office many times over the years, but hadn't known that Mark was interested in him until the last few days. Hector told Mark he noticed his attention and wasn't sure what Mark intended. Mark again fumbled for words, but found himself explanting that he noticed the tight pants Hector always wore. Hector smiled again, a wide generous smile that appealed to Mark. Hector went on to tell Mark it was alright, he understood and admitted that he wore his pants tight just to draw attention to himself.