Racked with guilt... and other emotions

Sam didn't make eye contact with his brother as they left the strip club, and Greg seemed to understand not to talk about it. He offered to Sam that they could stop by the apartment Greg kept for his affairs and shower there before he went home, and Sam just nodded his agreement.

When he got home, Jennifer was fast asleep, and Sam snuck into the other side of their king size bed. Despite the terrible guilt, shame, and other feelings and thoughts flooding his mind, Sam fell asleep within moments, and experienced the best night's sleep he'd had in years. When he woke, with a raging erection as usual, he immediately went to the bathroom and remembered the feeling of Candy taking his cock between her lips, her arousal at the mere sight of his enormous dick, and he exploded all over again.

For the next month, Sam was hornier than ever, which was saying something. He tried desperately to get Jennifer to go down on him, but she flatly refused, saying it would ruin her jaw. When he was rejected he would sneak off as soon as possible to jerk off, imagining new scenarios with Candy spreading her legs for him, or being able to slide his dick all the way into her mouth.

Eventually, the guilt began to fade. It never went away completely, but it became a quiet voice he could ignore. But the desire, that voice had only gotten louder, and more forceful. Sam began to imagine who else could be out there for him, who could give him what he needed, who could treat him like he wanted to be treated. And his mind would wander to "professionals:" strippers, pornstars, prostitutes. People who treated sex like it was their calling, their purpose not just a favor to be doled out now and again.

He began to frequent escort websites, even when he was busy with work, he found himself rushing to the bathroom to look at VIP listings and quietly stroke himself as he imagine sinking inside the beautiful young women.