The Night, Again.

We Will Try Again

Josh woke up in his bed. His bed? Wouldn't he be in the hospital? Or dead even?

"Josh!" Mark rose from the chair he was in, he looked rough, but leapt when he saw Josh's eyes open. Josh couldn't speak, his neck felt so sore, like it was made of paper and had been torn. He tried to turn his head to face Mark but a sharp pain prevented him from doing so. He raised his hands to his neck; the feeling of gauze had the memories flood back to him. The knife, the stranger, the eyes. "Hey buddy, I... I'm sorry I wasn't there. Oh god I'm so sorry. Buddy, you're cut up, but it's not as bad as you think, I promise you. Oh Josh, I'm so fucking sorry," Mark had tears coming up in his eyes. Josh found his voice.

"It wasn't... your fault... Mark," He was forced to talk slow so he wouldn't be in so much pain. He was wincing, so Mark got the glass of water from the bedside table and helped Josh drink.

"You have to take it easy, doctor's orders. Oh god buddy, I'm so sorry," tears were beginning to fall onto Josh's blankets. Josh took Mark's face into his hands and wiped the tears away. He gave a soft smile and this calmed Mark. Mark in turn leaned into them and sighed.

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A week later and Josh was starting to feel like himself once again. He was healing fast and he got plenty of pity kisses from the girls he knew. Sometimes, when he changed his bandages in the mirror, the eyes would lurk in the darkness behind him. He didn't mean to, but whenever his fingers brushed the healing wound, his cock would quiver. He couldn't bring himself to admit to himself he had.... a kink.... He wasn't a pervert. But the thought of that stranger and the knife kept him warm and helped him get off countless times in the past week.How could I like that? How? I could have been killed... that's why I liked it... I could have died. Josh felt a bulge in his pants grow. Oh god... Josh was the kinda guy where if he got a hard on, he had to rub it out. For him, it wasn't an option to hope it'd go away.

He shuffled to his bed, which was a turn and 13 steps from his personal bathroom. He shoved the blankets off the top and settled in. He let his body sink into his cool, yellow, cotton sheets. He sighed. He closed his eyes and remembered the knife pushing to his skin. He squirmed as blood started to rush to his cock. His body felt warm and was enveloped by a tingling sensation.

He bit his bottom lip and started to palm himself through his boxers. His back arched and he let out a deep moan. The eyes. He slipped off his underwear. The hands. He found his way to his shaft and slowly began pumping; he wanted to savor every second of this. The knife. Josh started moving as a faster pace. He paid attention to his slit, teasing it with his thumb, running it back and forth, making sure to slick his precum. He pumped himself and let himself make as much noise as he wished. The stranger. He was beginning to feel the blossom in his belly. He was gasping, whimpering, he'd cum anytime now. The voice echoed, called to him, like a dream.

Josh gave himself one final pump and fell down quivering. The cum was running over his knuckles, the light from his window make it gleam. He wiped his seed off on his boxers that where by his side. His body was shaking, he clutched his pillows and bit into them. He sighed contently and swallowed hard. Why am I so excited,... No matter how much I jerk I can't ever be fucking satisfied the same way... the sa- Josh drifted off to sleep, his mind holding a glimmer of hope that he'd find a way to feed this hunger.

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Josh and Mark were sharing a box of hot wings while they played a shooter game. Mark still felt guilty about the whole knife thing and wanted to spend some time with his healing buddy. Fridays were their night to just enjoy some guy time anyway. Mark always brought a game and a pizza because all Josh liked to play was Mario Kart, like the fucking 12 year old he is, so Mark would always bring some variety.