Alex Two: The Next Time

After the last spasm I shuddered someplace between my hips and shoulders, and lent forward against
the wall over the toilet on my free hand. My cock became semi-hard and stayed there as I got a good look
at the mess. It seemed excessive. Peter North amounts. And it managed to go everywhere. I'm usually
not much of either a projector or a producer, but I'd got some upward distance onto the section of the
wall where it changes from tile to drywall. I licked a thick white line off my knuckles. It tasted slight different
than usual, but I couldn't really say what it was.

It took another 10 minutes or so to clean it up and make doubly sure there was nothing left. I guess
the noises I made Had been heard (Jeane's desk is at the end of the corridor, but the ladies bathroom is
between the mens and there) Because for the rest of the shift people sort of avoided me, and I got a
few "Hope you feel better's".


Chapter Four - Home again, Home Again.


I grabbed Lunch at the mall down the street on the way home, sitting in the food court watching all
the business people on their lunch breaks. Oddly enough, with all the hot young women in their smart
business attire, and the variety of clad legs and snatches of under things, and the well built guys in
tight trousers, my cock behaved. Maybe it had just had enough now, it was that pleasant state between
rock hard and shy and retracted.

Mulling over things in my mind, thinking in circles was doing me no good. I wasted a few hours
wandering the mall. Amused myself with ideas of going into Victoria's Secret and buying something, but I
never had the guts to do that, I always chickened out. I was sure they'd know the story about 'my
girlfriend' was bogus and they'd just laugh at me. I was an online only slut for that kind of variety.
Other than what I could pick up from the supermarket or drug store nestled in with a bunch of other
‘Normal’ stuff. Or what I could steel from my sisters or mother.