Anthony stopped fucking me two and I sat in the corner of the stall, completely emptied of my energy. My holes were gaping, also empty. I was panting heavily. A nap would have been good. Then I heard Anthony say “Round two, baby!” Immediately, even more cum was squirted on my face. I didn’t move. When I tried to open my eyes, I couldn’t, too much cum sticking my eyelids shut. Not an inch of my face was not covered in cum, I thought.
Then, I heard the door of stall opened. Footsteps walked away. I heard two fading voices talk to each other:
“That was the best sex of my life, dude.”
“Yeah, totally was. But now I have to get home. My mom is gonna get angry if she doesn’t see me do my homework.”
“Your mother is so lame, I can’t believe it. I’m lucky I’ll have time to play Elden Ring. My bleed build is insanely OP.”
I sat still in the open shower stall, unable to move a muscle. Every part of me was aching. I couldn’t see anything. I was all alone. How could two boys be so damn sexy one minute, then leave me on my painful lonesome the next minute? I was so upset with myself for even trusting two strangers. I had been naive.
It took me a few minutes to get up. My weak legs were shaking. I couldn’t take a step forward. Fortunately, I still was able to start the shower and rinse off both cum and tears. A few men looked at me with cocked eyebrows as they saw me showering in front of them, in their room, not even trying to hide it. I eyed them scornfully and they looked away.
I showered in silence. At the end of the day, even though I had sex, it turned out I was still a loser. Fuck my life.