The Rabbit Hole

972 Days

You were used to listening to Shamar fuck through this anti-soundproof walls. You were not used to listening to him fuck your girlfriend, however. He was putting her through her paces. Making her admit that she'd never had a ten inch cock before. Making her admit he was bigger than you. Making her admit that was the best sex of her life. That Jamaican stud was working her into a lather, and you into a pit of angst.

Finally, you put on some soundproof headphones and went onto the web. First it was gaming and music and art. But then the rabbit hole started. You looked at porn. Cuckold porn. Interracial porn. And then what your disease and Shamar were both attacking: your masculinity. And you delved into sissy porn. Transsexuals. And then hypnosis. Staying limp. Staying pussyfree. You closed your eyes. You shouldn't be doing this. You have a hot girlfriend. You should be eating her pussy right now, or using toys on her. Why aren't you?

The reverb was powerful though -- stay limp. Stay pussyfree. You don't like girls anymore. You squirmed. Fuck.