Limp Dick Luke

Last night was a blur, but I know I scored. She was almost as drunk as I was. Her long hair shone bright cyan in a dimly lit hallway of the party. She was the slutty type of sorority chick that only wore outfits that revealed everything and was constantly DTF. I could tell she was wet as soon as I grabbed her thick ass and felt her cream drip down down her bare legs. Her lips said she wanted it and I did too. I didn't know her name, but I didn't need to know when I filled her cunt full of my seed. I fucked her so hard, her tits could have hammered in nails as they flung free out of her tanktop. White goop stained my shorts, since I wasn't wearing any underwear either. She led my by the hand into a dark room and the rest was black.

I wake up; not my bed. The girl from last night is nowhere to be found. I glance down at my shorts and they are soaked. I pull my soggy shorts off and fling them across the room, they smack against a poster of Meghan Fox who might have been doing something for me, but my morning wood is non-existent. Cum is caked on my dick. Geez! Did I not clean up at all? I wipe my penis off on the sheets and notice that my flaccid member is dripping. The fuck!?

Pre-cum dribbles at a consistent rate out of my cock. I stroke it a little and some more drips out, but I don't get hard. I stare up at another poster, Kim K. This time I stroke with intent. Nothing. This could be bad. I stroke like my life depends on it. I feel a feeling build inside me, a slight pressure behind my cock. I feel it coming. "Yes, yes.... Ooooah" I cum. I experience the most massive orgasm I've ever felt. My mind blurs into pleasure and I stare down at my penis, which just dribbles a bit more white cum... Like a leaky faucet. Shit!

While, I may have stumbled into a one night stand with a random chick at a frat house, I needed to be able to get it up if I'm going to chill with my girlfriend Lindsey tonight. We had a date on the books and I wasn't going to miss it.

I book an appointment with a men's health practice down the road for this morning. They had one opening. Lucky me.

I look around for something to wear, but only see a pair of female skinny jeans with floral embroidery on the back. Better suck it up for the moment. They barely fit, but it's better than soaked shorts. However, my body still looks good in a mirror sharpied with obscenities.

As I walk out, I get cat-calls from the other hungover attendees. "Nice ass. Butterfly boy." Someone slaps my butt and I turn to punch them, but noone cops to the deed. I slam the door behind me. A miserable start to the day.