A WTF Moment – 00

I was slowly started to awake with my body facing down but slightly to the side and hugging a pillow. I could hear music playing somewhere and heard people chattering. My head was spinning and I kept seeing these flashbacks of a dream I must have had. I felt the urge to get up, but that’s when I noticed something heavy had been tossed over my body. It was snoring loudly that it must be a he, also with that much body hair itching my bare-back it had to be a he.

It was then I froze. Wait a second, a he was itching my bareback. When I went to rub the sleep from my eyes, I then I noticed that there was some sort of sticky goo plastered over my face, that cake my eyes. I cleared my eyes and cleared some of my face of the crap.

It was then it dawned on me, that I was naked on an old mattress and with some naked guy on top of me, and snoring into the back of my head like a bear. My ass was tingling and had the urge to fart, when I did, it sounded funny as if I had followed thru. I then started to freak out a little, then I suspected that the cock that was rubbing up against my ass-cheeks, was no stranger to my ass.

I sniffed my fingers that I used to clear my eyes and I knew, what that the muck over my face was, it was drying cum. It made me gag just thinking about it, and when I did gag, my phlegm was mostly made up of cum. I froze in panic and dread, what the fuck happened to me last night and how did I get here?

So with my free arm, I frantically smeared and rubbed the cum from my face. The heavy torso on top of me added to my drama, so I lay pondering in confusion for a while. I started whimpering and reflecting on my life.

Six weeks ago my lifelong girlfriend had succumbed to brain cancer, I was still heartbroken over that and depressed. It’s the first time I have been single since highschool and I’m 24 now. To break the cycle from the black dog of depression, I needed to get my mind busy. So I started going to the gym and it was helping. I still had Wanda Simmons moments, but for those 1-2 hours at the gym, I had gym equipment to worry about.

Even before Wanda died, I still had those dark thoughts but they weren’t so frequent. It’s been like that since, my early teens. Then Wanda came into my world, and she was my world, sexy, funny, adventurous, but now she’s gone. When I was feeling down in the dumps, I wanted to be around people, like now. The odd eye-candy (sexy dressed up lady) helped but was short lived. So I only just started going to the gym and found it less of a stigma, when I went late at night when it was almost empty.

Strange as it may seem, I felt relaxed and in no danger getting spooned by some naked guy. Even stranger is, I think he might have fucked and bred me last night. I realized that now but it’s too late to do anything about it. Also, I think I may have even sucked his cock or someone else’s cock or many cocks, seeing that my face was plastered with cum. I started gagging again, just thinking about it. There was so much cum in my phlegm to be just from one person. My eyes started tear up, I was beginning to have one of those moments.

So what in the hell happened at the gym last night and how did I get here?