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Jake woke up, his stomach rumbling and his cock plastered to his belly. He felt like he hadn't slept at all last night: it was because of the dreams, he decided. He'd dreamed before, but last night's had been particularly detailed, and seemed to last a lot longer or he'd remembered them better. Still only fragments of scenes, but most dreams didn't have a particular narrative.

He wanted to forget them quickly. He'd had erotic dreams before; not usually quite this kinky and never this absolutely homosexual before. He'd watched himself - or what he'd felt was himself - eagerly participating in a huge man-orgy, everyone naked apart from mascot heads of various animals. Floating around like some horny, gay ghost, peeking at the action he was participating in.

The tablet had run out of power during the night, the continual playing of videos eating up the battery, so he had to check the clock on the bedside table. "Well," he thought, "that's why I'm exhausted." Given the time he'd gotten home, he'd probably only managed to get five hours of sleep the previous night. He was up even earlier than he would usually when he went in to work.

Jake forced his eyes closed, intent on getting back to sleep. He really did need to catch up on some sleep. His body didn't seem to cooperate, however. The blankets were too hot, so he kicked them off. He rolled from one side to the other, then back on to his back. Sleep just wasn't going to come back to him, and after about fifteen minutes of trying he grudgingly decided to get a start to his day. He sat up on the bed, his cock peeling away with a wet splat as he stood up. A heavy, musky scent rolling off of his groin. "Shower first," he decided, ignoring his stomach's desires temporarily, "then breakfast."

Involuntarily grumbling, Jake trudged into the bathroom. When the lights flicked on, he winced; he felt utterly wrecked, and hoped maybe a refreshing shower would be enough to get him to fall asleep again. Waiting for the water to heat up enough, Jake gave himself a quick look in the large bathroom mirror. It showed that his earlier gut evaluation might have been a little premature: his stomach was still round, but it wasn't quite as wobbly, and the rest of his muscles hadn't wasted away quite as much as he thought he'd seen. Chalking it up to last night's exhaustion, Jake stepped into the shower.

The warm water was pleasant and relaxing, rolling over his torso and flowing down in steady, hot streams. The sticky semen he'd ejaculated last night clung stubbornly to his belly, but everything else seemed to wash away. Jake squeezed a bunch of soap onto his hands, sticking his head under the water and went to work washing away his weariness and grossness.

First, it had been that weird fantasy with him and the porn star last night, and now this dream. Was he turning gay? It seemed a little late in his life for that. "Not that it'd really make much difference who I was fucking," Jake thought grumpily, "since I don't even have a chance to go out and meet anyone." Work had been brutal, and exhausting; he'd needed this vacation for ages. Maybe all he'd need was to go out, head to a pub or something and flirt? Maybe all this gay stuff was just desperation on his part, his id seeking some way to get his pent-up sex needs satisfied?

As he scrubbed, the bits and pieces of his dream last night played back in his mind. He remembered watching himself getting carried along by a bunch of the mask-wearing guys. Then he was wearing his own mask. Then they had started to kiss him all over, which had gotten him hard, or at least that's the impression Jake had. Then he was watching himself getting ploughed in the ass.

Just thinking about it started getting Jake hard. Whatever he was feeling was getting him really turned on, because his cock felt a lot thicker than it would usually be, and definitely was last night with him being so tired. Maybe being in the hot water made him loosen up somehow. His hunger would have to wait a bit longer - he did have weight to spare, after all - because he wanted to take advantage of his extra-thick erection while he had it. Besides, he had a whole day to waste.

Jake let the water roll over his genitals, enjoying the feeling of the spray striking his shaft as it thickened and tightened. The water trickling down his balls felt slightly ticklish. Jake usually didn't jerk off in the shower - that was usually done in a rush, and he hated to waste water - but he didn't want to miss out on playing with himself when his body seemed ready for it.

With a satisfied moan, Jake began to give his cock long, slow strokes, punctuated by a swirl over the tip with the palm of his hand. He slid his legs apart slightly, bending at the knee as he worked himself over. The dream came back to him more fully now; he remembered the men, with a pretty wide array of body types and hairiness and shapes, but all with a sense of attraction about them as though they had some confidence within themselves. Their cocks, too, had been varied: all sorts of sizes and curvatures and types - or absences - of foreskin.

That brought back another moment where they had been jerking off in a circle, surrounding him; feeling their hot, sperm-filled fluids raining down on him. "Maybe that was just my subconscious trying to get me to have a shower?" Jake chuckled.

Jake moaned again; whatever it was that was turning him on was making him more noisy. He hoped the shower would cover any noise that might escape his flat. His free hand ran down his wet body, enjoying being touched. That had been one of the things the dream had lacked: the tactile feeling of being touched by the other guys when they grabbed him, or sucked his dick, or shoved their own into his awaiting ass.

Wondering what that felt like, Jake glanced out of the shower just to double-check that he was alone, before he slid his wandering hand down, his fingers finding the puckered ring. He'd never did any "butt stuff"; the only time something had gone up their was during medical check-ups, and that had thankfully been rare.

The hole seemed relaxed - eager even - as he slowly pushed one finger in. Jake hoped he was doing this right, that he wasn't going to accidentally stab himself or cut his insides on a fingernail or something. "What am I even doing?" he wondered, running his fingers around the wrinkled skin. Then, wincing in anticipation, he poked one finger inside slowly.

It didn't feel too bad; strange, yes, but not bad. Kind of like what it felt like when he poked his tongue against the side of his mouth, only a lot more tight and lumpy. "So far, so good," Jake reassured himself, inching his finger forward again until another knuckle had slipped in. It was interesting, to be sure, and not terrible, but whatever he had been expecting didn't seem to happen.

He pulled his finger out with a wet splat, and paused his masturbation. Thinking for a moment, Jake slid down, spreading his legs apart and leaning up against the wall of the shower so his body was at an angle and his hole appeared easier to get to. In spite of the water pouring over him, his crotch seemed to be incredibly musky as his dick throbbed, aching for attention.

With water falling directly into his crotch, Jake tried again: one hand slowly massaging his bobbing, slightly aching shaft while the other moved over his butt hole and slowly worked his finger in again. It went a bit easier this time, now that he was more sure of himself: he managed to get it in further, two of the finger's knuckles disappearing into his body. The sphincter tightened around his finger, and Jake wondered, "How do guys get their dicks up there?"

After pushing a bit further, Jake prodded in further, slowly getting most of his finger in his ass. "I'm not really getting the appeal," he thought, wriggling his finger about. He was starting to get uncomfortable, and this activity was getting in the way of his stroking.

Then, suddenly Jake found it: a sweet spot that made him push his back into the tiles and moan, "Oh, holy fuck!" His cock bucked, and he felt pre-cum oozing out in a long, slow drip. Quickly, he smeared it all over the tip of his cock, speeding up the pace of his stroking. Finding the spot again wasn't too hard, and Jake began to rub it with deliberate intent.

For a while, Jake didn't care about how sore his back was getting, positioned in such a weird way in the cramped shower stall. He didn't care that his dick was getting sore from the continual, increasingly rough and rapid stroking he was giving it. He didn't care about being loud, or being caught. He certainly didn't care about the massive amounts of hot water being wasted down his drain. Everything about him was focused on massaging that one spot, and enjoying the pleasure it added to the masturbation of his fully thickened and lengthened manhood.

Jake gasped for air, his heavy breathing audible over the noise of the shower. He watched as the tip of his cock was squeezed open, heavy white semen squirting out and sailing over his wet belly. It shot over one shoulder; the next jolt splattered against his chin, some of his seed getting into his open, moaning mouth. Squirt after squirt bolted out of him, a good four or five heavy squirts firing haphazardly over his body and the shower stall while the rest of his spunk blobbed out of the tip, oozing down in a lump to land on his belly.

He slipped his finger out; the moment had passed and Jake was ready to just sprawl and relax, the sound of his heavy panting slowly giving way to the rush of water. He flopped in the water, almost feeling it as it flowed with some of his ejaculate down the drain with a gurgle.

That had been, by far, the best masturbation session Jake had had. His whole body felt utterly drained, like he had ejaculated all of his stress and strength out. He could barely move, his mind was completely spaced out, high on endorphins. Jake's face was stretched into a wide, dazed grin.

After a while, though, even that fantastic of a feeling would have to fade. As he came down, his other needs and higher thoughts returned: he was starving, his body was sore from being bent at an uncomfortable angle, and now all-too-aware of how much water and electricity he'd have to pay for. Shaking uncontrollably, Jake struggled to his feet, smashing off the shower as he pushed himself onto his knees. Water was lapping on the edge of the shower door, and he had to wait for the drain to slowly catch up on its duties before he dared open the sliding glass panel.

"Shit," he thought; some water had pooled out. Haphazardly drying himself, he dropped his towel and used that and the bath mat to soak up some of the spillage. He still felt very light-headed, and had to steady himself a couple of times, kicking the towels around while bracing himself against the wall.

Picking up the sopping towels, he semi-staggered his way into the kitchen, leaving behind a splattered trail of water on the floor. Dropping them along with his discarded clothes, he gripped the edge of the counter tightly. "I need food," the thought as his stomach burbled again.

Even though he was hungry, he really didn't feel like preparing anything; he was also tired from a lack of sleep and now sexually drained as well. Jake debated ordering food: he'd have to wait longer for it to get delivered, but on the other hand he could relax until then and gorge himself on a large lunch. Relaxation won as he headed over to the couch, dropped on to it - eliciting a big poomph from the cushions - and picked up his laptop.

The food didn't take long to order, and afterwards Jake amused himself by watching videos: a suitable low-stress activity. About an hour and a half after he ordered the food, his brain finally registered that he was still naked. "Fuck," he swore, abandoning the laptop on the couch and returning to his bedroom.

En route, he spied the mess of papers he'd left in the entryway; then he'd remembered. "Of course!" he thought, "The lube!" Granted it was a long shot, but the expired lubricant might have contained chemicals that affected you, and made you more inclined towards gay activities, or being attracted to men, or something. He hadn't worn gloves when he'd cleaned it up, so some probably got on to his hands and he didn't remember washing them afterwards; he'd been too zonked out to notice.

"Get dressed first," Jake reminded himself. Most of the clothes were dry on the drying rack, so he pecked around, looking for anything to put on quickly. He managed to find a t-shirt and sweatpants; "That'll do," he thought, before moving to pick up the potentially-contaminated things that had previously been the contents of his backpack. It was slow going, since most of it had dried and he couldn't for the life of him remember what had been covered where: a couple of socks on his hands proved to be useful as makeshift gloves for the bulkier items, the papers he handled by hand.

Once he was done, he quickly pulled the socks off, popping quickly into the kitchen to throw them towards the laundry. Grabbing some rubber gloves from beneath the sink, he then re-entered the bathroom, where he'd placed the pieces of the bottle of lubricant and the paper bag they had been in. The examination proved futile: the bottle had a deep gash running down the length, not enough to pierce the plastic shell, but apparently enough to cut off the label. Jake guessed that had been the reason why it hadn't been sold, instead probably languishing in some bargain bin at the adult store.

"Ugh!" Jake grumbled. If he wanted more information, he'd probably have to go to the adult store again today. Trying to compare bottles on the internet would be difficult, and that was assuming the adult store still stocked that particular brand of lubricant.

He dutifully cleaned the bottle, slightly worrying he was washing away something that might be toxic, but not enough to do anything about it. "Besides," he argued, "most of it got over my stuff. Once that was done, he carefully peeled off the gloves, dropping them into the waste bin on his way out of the bathroom. Picking up his tablet, which was still dead to the world, he returned to the couch.

Despite his earlier rationalisation, he made a quick search online for any information that might let him avoid another trip into town on his day off. Right now, he just wanted to stay inside. Plugging his tablet into the USB cord trailing off of his computer like a fat, white whisker, Jake began to browse online adult stores.

The colouring and shape of the bottle was still fresh in his mind when he began browsing through the various lubricants on offer from a few of what he guessed were the more popular adult store sites. Nothing quite matched the bottles honeyed hue, and most of them were long and thin but none had the weird thickened reservoir at the bottom. Although he grew slightly frustrated, there seemed to be a heck of a lot of stuff available on the sites. Curious, Jake started to browse more generally.

Most of the stuff seemed pretty tame to a seasoned voyager on the World Wide Web: aside from lubricants were the porn, condoms, dildos and vibrators he'd expected. The anal toys seemed to strike a cord with him: a few of the sites had prostate massagers, which were particularly interesting after the reaction he'd had earlier to trying it out manually. He wondered about the cock rings, fleshlights and a few other, kinkier things, but his cock was beginning to expand in his pants, and he was too hungry and exhausted from earlier to make a new erection go away. "Besides," he thought, "I want to try that thing I did earlier again, and I really do not have the energy for that."

He took a quick look at the porn they were selling. Most of it was aimed at straight people, but there were a few gay ones, and just out of curiosity he took a look. He had to chuckle: one of the very first titles he saw was "Gay of Thrones". After that, he had to force himself away from thinking about sex.

He spent the next hour or so catching up on the news, calling his parents and catching up with his personal emails. Jake quickly popped downstairs to fetch the mail and take out the garbage. The pangs of hunger had abated, but he still knew he felt hungry.

When the food finally arrived, he chatted briefly with the delivery guy: there were only a couple of places he ordered from, and so he'd gotten to recognise their usual delivery crew. Jake felt his eyes being drawn down, curious about the guy's package; feeling awkward, he gave a bigger tip than usual. Once he was alone, he firmly shut the door, breathing out heavily. Settling into his flat with a bag filled with still-heated food, Jake finally sated his stomach.

As he ate, he quickly checked the opening hours for the adult store. They were unlike most businesses, and as such they avoided the regular nine-to-five hours to suit their clientèle. He wanted to go there as soon as possible, to try to sort out what the hell it was that had gotten into him. "It's probably not even because of the lube," Jake thought, the food helping him to think rationally, or at least what sounded a little more plausible. "More likely, it's stress-related or it broke whatever was keeping these... feelings at bay." He still found himself wanting to go to the adult store again: rationalizing that he did want to make absolutely sure he'd not gotten something bad, especially if other people might get affected by the same thing.

After he'd finished gorging himself and admonishing himself about how fat he was, he put the leftovers in the refrigerator and threw the garbage into the freshly-lined bin. He still had a few hours to kill, so he went back to the couch and relaxed while watching videos.