You go home

With a sigh, you leave the club and start your long walk home. It is quite late,

and so it is nearly impossible for you to find anyone else for the night.

...

Walking through your apartment doors, you strip off and climb into bed. The night's

events begin to play through your head like some haunting symphony and you

find yourself growing aroused all over again at how close you were into completing

your objective for the night.

Unvoluntarily, you begin to rub your cock under the sheets and after a few moments,

you spill your load uselessly onto the bed covers. Wasting your last load, you

drift to sleep.