Pay and go home

Pulling out your credit card, you were quick to pay, mumbling a thank you to the cashier. You dashed to your car and loaded in the bags before driving home. Maybe you were driving a little too erratically but your mind was racing. Why the fuck were you getting hard by looking at a guy? You weren't gay. Were you bi? You'd never cheated on Jane and never had the urge to. Even now, you didn't want to. Mostly. There was a small part of your brain calling out to you to go back and fuck the cashier. Before you knew it, you were home.

Going inside, you felt no calmer than you were at the shop or in the car. You were aware you had another call this afternoon and still had work to do. The only thing on your mind, though, was how much you wanted to jerk off. Going to your home gym, you began a haphazard workout, doing whatever you could to calm down. It was no use, as you seemed to become hornier as you continued. Your mind began to fill with images of not just the cashier, but other blond men. The neighbour, your colleague Mark, Chris Evans in Captain America. You finally gave up and went into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror back at yourself. You were sweaty, stressed and hard. You could see your pants tenting. You knew you couldn't hold off.