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.