Back To Reality?
It took me a moment to realize what was happening. I didn't move. Why would I? I had no idea who this guy was, but what he was doing felt so good I didn't want him to stop. I heard something move beside me and turned my head slightly to see what it was. In the shadows beside me stood another stranger, watching and rubbing his crotch. I tried to make out his face, but the stars did not offer enough light to make out his face.
When I moved my head, he silently stepped forward and undid his pants, offering me a close up view of his burgeoning boner. His dick started bobbing up and down with excitement, inviting me to open up and swallow what I could. As he slid himself into my waiting mouth, the intoxicating scent of his musk washed over me, sending me even deeper into the sexual fog that had been chasing me all day. Before long I sensed someone on the other side of me, and felt someone placing his dick in my hand.
All day I had been distracted by the awareness of the dicks of all the men who surrounded me. This need had been growing as the day went on, and now it seemed those desires were being fulfilled. I laid back and closed my eyes, allowing myself to melt into the pleasure of the moment.
More men appeared over the next few minutes, and some of them seemed slightly familiar. Not that I knew them, but perhaps I had passed them in town, or at the grocery store. Nobody spoke, but could feel their sexual energy growing as they each dropped their pants and rubbed their dicks against some part of my body.
The first load came from above, from a man who was standing behind the chair and rubbing his dick against my shoulder. It tried to dribble down onto my chest but someone leaned forward and licked it up before it had spread too far. Almost immediately the dick in my mouth exploded, filling my throat with jets of scalding goo, and forcing me to swallow it all before finally withdrawing so I could catch my breath.
The cum showers came in waves, as if there was a need to recover from each onslaught before the next one began. By the time they had finished I was drenched. Finally, as if a switch had been thrown, I emptied my balls into the warm mouth that had been working my dick from the beginning. He stayed on me until the last spasm had forced the last drop out. Then, rising slightly, he kissed me on the mouth, filling it with my own fresh load.
It is normal for me to feel drowsy after a particularly long edging session, but it was rare for me to actually fall asleep right away. But this time I did. As the men who had surrounded me began to get dressed and wander off, I faded into a satisfied and silent sleep.
The clatter of a large truck flying through a couple of neglected potholes startled me awake. The sun had risen, although it wasn't very high in the sky, and I was still stark naked in the rocking chair on the back porch. Thankfully none of the neighbors overlooked this part of the house, but I could see a few early risers making their way along the shore not too far from me. I decided modesty was the better part of valor, and scurried into the kitchen before they got too close.
In the shower I began to remember snatches of the dreams I had had last night. The details were fuzzy, but I clearly remembered two images of group sex. One on a world war two military ship, and the other on my own back porch. I chuckled to myself at how my imagination was working overtime to create fantasies to compensate for my lack of sexual activity. It seems it wasn't enough to think about having sex with one person, I needed dozens. The image from the back porch had an immediacy to it that made it feel more like a memory than a dream, but I had not woken up covered in cum, and there was no trace of anything unusual on the porch. I decided that it had to have been a dream, and got on with the day.
After making some toast, I headed over to the rehab center to check in with Ben. I did not expect what I found. Ben was sitting upright on the edge of his bed, and the doctor was examining him with a puzzled look on his face. “I just don't understand,” he kept muttering under his breath. And, “Remarkable.”
I stood by the door and watched. Neither of them had noticed me yet so I turned to one of the nurses with a questioning glance. She immediately ushered me out into the hallway and offered, “We don't know what happened. He just...”
“He's not having a relapse is he?” I asked almost in a panic.
“No, no, nothing like that,” she assured me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “He just was suddenly able to feel his feet and wiggle his toes.”
“He what?!” I almost screamed. Then turning, I ran into the room and straight to his side. “What's going on? How are you feeling? Can you stand up? Can you feel this?” Without regard to the others in the room, I slipped my hand up his johnny and grabbed his balls.
The nurses gasped, and the doctor rolled his eyes, but Ben just laughed and pushed me away. “Get off you big pervert. No, not yet, but look.” He pointed to his feet, and sure enough, he was wiggling his toes.
“This is...This is...I need to call everyone and let them know.”
The doctor gave me a stern look and advised, “I wouldn't do that just yet. We're going to have to run a few test to see just what has happened. And there is always the possibility that it is only temporary. We wouldn't want to raise any false hopes.”
“At this point I'll take whatever hope I can get,” Ben insisted. “Call my mom. She'll be furious if no one tells her. But don't let her travel back here yet. Tell her I still need my rest or something. Tell her I'll call her when we get the results of the tests.”
I gave Ben a big hug and a kiss then went out into the hallway to make the call. But before I had even taken my phone out of my pocket, it began to ring. It was Phil. “Hey Phil, what's up?”
“Is everything okay?” he asked with an uncharacteristic urgency. “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine,” I answered, a little bewildered. “Shouldn't I be?”
“I...yes of course, How's Ben?”
“The doctor's in with him now. They're going to do a few more tests, and we may have some good news soon.”
“Wonderful!” Phil was doing his best to sound enthusiastic, but it was clear that something was worrying him.
“Are you alright, Phil?” I asked. “You sound like...Do you need anything?”
He hesitated before answering. “Well I...ummm...Oh! Could you stop by sometime today? I have this project I'm working on in one of the rooms and I could use a hand with that.”
“Of course,” I replied. “What time?”
“Oh, any time will do. I'll be here all day.”
“I'll get there when I can,” I acknowledged. “Probably sometime this afternoon.”
“I'll be waiting,” he chimed before hanging up. Suddenly my guard was up. It wasn't like Phil to prevaricate or make excuses. There was definitely something going on that he didn't want to talk about over the phone. I made a mental note to head over to the boarding house as soon after lunch as I could, then called Ben's mom.
As Ben predicted, she wanted to drop everything and come to his side, but I was able to convince her that it would be best if she waited. Well, I didn't really convince her, but I did get her to agree to allow Ben to make this decision for her, but only provided I promised to call her every day with a progress report. I knew her well enough by now to know that this would only keep her at bay for a short time, and that she would eventually insist on being by his side. But for the moment, Ben had some breathing space.
By the time I got back into the room the doctor had ordered three tests, and they would keep Ben busy for the majority of the day. “I think maybe I should head into the museum this morning,” I suggested after the doctor and nurses had left. “I think I could use a distraction. You wouldn't believe the crazy dreams I've been having lately.”
“You and me both,” he snickered. “Remind me to tell you about the dream I had last night. Freaky!”
“Why don't you tell me now?” But as if in answer to my question, an orderly arrived at that moment to take him for his first test.
“That's why,” he chuckled. “I've been summoned,” he added with a dramatic gesture.
Now it was my turn to laugh. “So have I,” I offered in my best imitation of his voice and gesture. “Miss McFierceson awaits.”
“Ooh, I can't wait,” he winked. “I get so little good gossip in this Hell Hole.” He spit out the final words in the direction of the orderly.
By now the orderly knew him well enough to offer a response in kind. “Well if it is a Hell Hole, we all know where Satan can be found, girl!” Ben's jaw dropped in shock, and before he could manage a comeback, the orderly whipped the wheelchair around, saying, “I don't want to hear it!” and pushed him out of the room.
I laughed all the way to the museum. It was so good to see Ben in such capable hands. I went straight to my office when I arrived, trying to avoid the inevitable questions about Ben, and to my amazement, everyone kept their distance. I spent a blissful hour or so catching up on e-mails and going through the few files that had found their way to my desk. Nothing seemed urgent, and the job that had been so overwhelming just a week ago, was now a welcome distraction.
I was thinking that I should perhaps touch base with my boss, when Heather burst into my office. “You've got to see this!” she gestured for me to follow her to her office. “I can't believe...I mean, I never would have imagined, it was just so random.”
“What?” I asked, getting caught up in her excitement.
“You just have to see. It's amazing!”
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