A restless night

Once Jane got home, you put all your effort into making it a good night for her. You made dinner, listened to her day and ran a bath for her. She was surprised, but touched by your efforts. What she didn't know is your hard cock was trapped in your waistband, refusing to go down.

When the two of you settled into bed that night, you began to put the moves on her, hoping to relieve your hard dick and with it, thoughts of men.

"Honey, I'm grateful for all you've done tonight," she said, "but it's been a really long day. Can I give a rain check?"

"Can you not even give me a blowjob?" you beg, trying to bring her hand to your dick.

"Jesus, if you really need to, go jerk off in the bathroom!" she snapped, irritated now.

You sighed, taking her instruction and moving to the bathroom for a quick jacking session. As you sat on the toilet. You immediately began striking your cock. You pictured Jane on her knees, sucking your cock like her life depended on it. You were so horny that you felt like blowing in a second. Within two minutes, you furiously jerked as you prepared to cum. You had your eyes closed, imagining Jane begging for you to cum on her face. As your balls drew up, the image changed to that of the delivery man. Your eyes shot open as you came all over your hand, arms, chest and face, not to mention the bathroom itself. You got to work cleaning up, chastising yourself for picturing the man.

You returned to bed, where Jane was already asleep, and settled in for your own slumber. You closed your eyes and images of blonde men in various positions filled your head. You wanted to shake them, but were too tired to do so. Sleeping for several hours, you suddenly woke up, hard as a rock and **** to cum. You snuck off to the bathroom for a quick wank. Once again, you thought of Jane and once again, came to the face of the delivery man. This happened several more times during the night. By the fourth time, you cried as you masterbated, wishing to see Jane when you came. It was no use.

The next morning, you woke to morning wood. Jane was already gone for work. You tried to ignore it, not wanting to wank off again. Despite a record number of self sessions, even beating your teenage hormones, your dick did not feel tired at all. Getting up, you went to the kitchen for a drink of water, feeling dehydrated from the amount of ejaculating you'd done. You were stunned by what you saw.