The young man’s chest hurt, burning from the I tensity of his experience as he stepped out of the shower, still dripling wet, his quickly-softening semi-erect cock still pulsing pleasurably, little beads of cum rolling over the fold of his foreskin as he emerged from the bathroom into the cool air. He collapsed, naked and wet, onto his bed. His thighs, running with cum, mostly the coagulated stuff from the head, rubbed satisfyingly against the soft surface, sensitive along with his now almost entirely flaccid dick after his orgasm. He humped his bed quietly for a few minutes and enjoyed the cool air. Turning, he stared, half-asleep, at the open door to his balcony. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, really, but his cocl started to stiffen against the covers.
Somewhere out there in time, she was still dying. Her last moment. He started to stroke himself again as he walked toward the balcony. Hard as a rock by the time he reached the railing, he climbed up onto it shakily. Terrified but exhilarated, he tried to maintain his balance as he stroked himself and imagined what the girl had experienced. The cool air was thrilling. The same cool air she fell to her death in. He came again as he imagined ejaculating onto her corpse. He continued to cum as he imagined dying with her. Adding his moment to the tapestry of the universe.
On the street below, a young woman stared at her feet as she walked home after late shift at work. A noise caught her attention. A wet pop. She thought for a moment that it might be starting to rain, but when her eyes caught the wet spot in front of her it looked strange. The sound repeated as she watched more liquid, now obviously viscous and slightly white, splattered in front of her. A drop hit her head and stung slightly, and she placed her hand onto her hair and pulled it back to reveal what was obviously cum. Shocked and afraid she looked up for the source and saw-
– The End