Brandon had just come off a bad breakup with his ex and was in no mood to enter a new relationship. He didn't even want to go out; he was just fed up ...ith dating and one night stands. Yet, his friend persisted. "Dude, come on, you just need one good fuck to whip you back into shape," Devin texted him. "I'm having a party at my place. I invited a shit ton of girls, so you'll have a fantastic selection to choose from." Brandon laughed. Devin was the type of guy who had a new girl lined up for. Their coffee was always hot and black just the way I liked it.There was a usual splattering of drunks and bums not making any trouble and looking in their empty pockets for the nickels that fed the coffee machine and got them the toast that they piled high with the free butter and jam that came on little paper cups. I went to the special-order window and ordered eggs over easy because I knew they were using the powdered stuff to make the scrambled eggs and it reminded me of my time in the Army. That was seventy-two men who had just gone missing. It wasn’t totally unusual for a patrol to not bother signing back out at the end of their patrol, but they usually did it retrospectively the following day. He went through the rotas and signon books carefully, before discovering just how many men had signed on in the last couple of days, and never signed out, nor, in many cases, signed back in again for their following shift.“Oh shit,” he muttered. He went back to his desk and picked up the. When he left I took a short nap, after taking a few more Tylenol and cleaning up again. He’d left a pretty big load in me! I cleaned-up the room enough that the maid could do the rest. In the middle of the afternoon I went out and got a bottle of wine then just relaxed for a while. I was just at the stage that I was ‘uncomfortable’ in places; my cock burned a little when I peed but my rectum was returning to normal again…sort of. There’s a feeling back there when you’ve fucked-out like that and.