I awake to the sound of a garbage truck backing up in the alley beneath my window. The still air in my room is hot and rancid. I kick off the stained sheet tangled around my legs and take hold of my hard cock. I stroke it reflexively, feeling the soreness from last night. The porn is still in the VCR. I think about hitting the play button on the remote lying next to my head, but I need to piss more than cum right now.nnI stand naked in front of the toilet. I see myself in the mirror, pale and skinny, my piss hard cock juts out from my body like some engorged alien appendage. As the trickle becomes a hard stream my dick slowly droops pulse by pulse. I squeeze out the last few squirts and give it a shake. nnI walk from the bathroom still tugging on my now soft cock, my hand slides down rubbing and pulling at my hairy balls. I sit on the edge of my bed and try to figure out what day it is. Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday? Either way I have to go to fucking work. I think about the boss's assistant Rachel. Would she wear the white blouse that fits tight around her tits today? Sometimes the fabric pulls open at the buttons and I can see the lacey edge of her bra against the skin of her breast.nnMy cock stiffens a bit, and I pull harder at it. I think about Rachel opening her blouse and begging me to cum on her tits. She wants me to rub my cock on her nipples as I jerk off.