Snap out of it

"Holy shit..." you say, pushing yourself off of the floor as you look down at the cum stains on your shirt. You know there's more on your face, can still taste it on your lips. "Holy shit, you need to go. I can't do that again. Can't do anything like that again..." You turn and leave the kitchen, heading quickly to the stairs and then right into your room. You pull the shirt off, wiping the cum from your face as you do, and toss it into the hamper and grab another one. Still white. Probably from the same package as the first. You pull it on, only to see Alex entering your room as you leave the closet.

"What's the big deal, dude?" he asks, still clearly appreciating the view of your new body. You notice his dick is still out, and a part of you can't help but to want to sink back to your knees, take him into your mouth and blow him until he's hard again. Then, once he is, you could pull off your shorts, spread your legs, and...

You shake your head glare at him. "That can't happen again. It just can't, okay. So go home. We can hang out again once I'm back to normal."

"Dude, it's fine. You don't wanna blow me again, that's cool. We can still hang though, right? I got nothing else going on."

You contemplate that. Hanging out with Alex would help pass the time, but it's clearly risky. And you doubt he's really going into this not hoping for a repeat performance.