Minute Paradox

MINUTE PARADOX or Chronomobility of the galactic sector XPS007A3

Part 1.

Many thanks to Taiyo for his caring and thorough proofreading!

Rating: 18+

Genre: Slash, POV, PWP

Warnings: description of homosexual relationships, anal sex

The discovery of chronomobility was made in such an unusual way that...

Steps.

The momentary paradox happened at the wrong time. However, it always happens at the wrong time, but now it’s completely out of time. Everything in the XPS007A3 star system happens at the wrong time. Needless to say, I got lucky with practice!

All of our people went into space as cabin boys on research

ships, and only I asked to join this damned system with its ζ12-dimensional physics! And I really wanted to visit just such a site! Feel this very ζ12 in your own skin! So I felt...

I was just getting out of the shower before my daily shift on the bridge as an information assistant to the captain, I was wet, I had just started to dry myself, and suddenly I felt a wave of paradox.

The paradox is impossible to see. Not a single television camera records any wave and the blow that follows it. All the camera sees is a time shift. One moment it was 2:58 a.m. on the ship, and the next moment it was already 3:00 a.m. When you're lucky, it will be 3:00. And when you’re unlucky, it can throw you off in time for five or even ten minutes, and then people feel a much stronger blow.

Only now I was wet. That's why I didn't feel any impact.

A wave of paradox was still passing through me, but I already knew what would happen next. Unfortunately, in such situations, you don’t have time to do anything. One moment I was vigorously wiping my chest, and the next moment my body was paralyzed, and I fell like a limp sack onto the table with towels, painfully hit my stomach on the edge, drove my nose along the tabletop and crashed my head into a stack of these same towels. They fell on me, covering my face in a pile of shining whiteness.

It’s good that the towels were dry and clean. Otherwise I would have had to lie under the wet ones for a whole hour!

It doesn’t matter... I’m lying down. Hands are limply scattered on the tabletop to the sides. The legs, of course, are bent, but the torso lies quite steadily on the table. It's warm in the shower, so I'm not in danger of freezing.

Actually, I was extremely lucky that the paradox did not happen while I was in the shower. Then I might choke. And so, it’s a pleasure - dry, warm, smooth surface, nothing sticks anywhere, nothing hot, sharp or moving nearby. In general, a resort. I need to relax (as if I could not relax!) and enjoy 53 minutes and 12 seconds of stillness. You can even sleep.

I already fell into a momentary paradox once. Then I was in the gym, sweating. The paradox doesn’t tell whether you’re in the pool, out of the shower, or just covered in sweat. If I’m wet, then that’s all, good luck - “the motor nerves of the voluntary muscles enter a state of stable refractory phase”...

The other cabin boys then dragged me to the cabin, turned on some kind of show so that I wouldn’t get bored, and set up a medical aid system for me just in case.

Now there was no one to help me. During the day, after a momentary paradox, one of the doctors always visits all the showers, gyms and swimming pools, but at night... At night everyone sleeps. There is no one to save. Only four officers are awake, but at this time they are on their bridges, where it is impossible to get wet. Four officers and four cabin boys (let these not fall under the paradox!).

Three o'clock in the morning. Now the cabin boys are changing (the officers, of course, set their shift time at nine in the morning, and for some reason the resigned cabin boys have to change at three!). Now, besides me, three more are taking over the watch, but they are each located near their own bridge. The closest one is half a kilometer away from me. I met the guy I was supposed to relieve in the hallway while I was heading to the shower. He got bored and left early. He's probably asleep by now, you lazybones!

In general, someone will appear in the shower only in about four hours. By then I will have come to my senses on my own. True, you will have to explain the delay to the registration robot, but there should be no problems here - it was he who recorded the paradox.

I had just finally come to terms with my situation when I suddenly heard the door to our shower room, the shower room of the IT specialists, open. Ugh! Lucky! Now they will notice me and help me.

A second later, embarrassment mixed with joy. I had just gotten out of the shower at that moment. So I was lying on the table completely, um, without clothes. The towel I used to dry myself turned out to be under me (and it’s good - at least I wasn’t lying with my chest on bare plastic).

Whoever enters the shower now will, of course, see a strange and rather shameful picture for me - a naked guy lying with his chest on the table, his head buried under a pile of towels, his ass sticking out. I've seen pictures like this on porn sites. Damn, if one of the cabin boys came in, he might well take a photo and then post it on the network for ridicule of the entire ship (and not just the ship - the network is galactic after all!).

What is he doing? Why is he silent? Why isn't he trying to lift me up?

And then I felt...

Wow! I just went nuts! He touched me! But not in the way they touch when they want to help. He touched me carefully, lightly, softly and... um... tenderly! And he didn’t just touch me, he touched my ass!

This is where I really panicked. What's happening! What does all this mean?

I was seriously scared. I broke out in a cold sweat. If the following minute paradox were to occur now, the countdown of the time of my immobility would start from zero.

The hand disappeared. The man behind me continued to stand silently. I heard him breathing. He didn't say anything. And he didn't move.

And then a thought came into my head that calmed me down a little. What if it's a girl? Of course, you don’t often see girls in a man’s shower, but what doesn’t happen at three o’clock in the morning! A female officer, and maybe even a cabin boy, was going to the shower - you never know why they, women, might need a shower at night - and then she decided that at such a time she could shorten the path and wash herself in the nearest one - the men's one.

So she came in. And surprise! A guy lies immobilized by paradox. Naked.

Of course! This is definitely a woman! I even mentally imagined a very specific cabin boy from the medical-biological team. She came in and was dumbfounded. Then she couldn’t resist, she came up and began to examine it (here, of course, the version with the medical-biological team began to crackle - what should they, doctors, consider? What didn’t they see?). I looked. And I decided to touch it. How can you not touch it if this happens? I would definitely touch it if I caught that same cabin boy in this position.

I vividly imagined a girl standing behind me and looking at my naked body. Then I very clearly saw how I myself entered the women’s shower and saw her, naked, with droplets of water on her velvety skin, with her tight ass arched upward, with a slit peeking through the gap between her slender legs... Wow!

I imagined all this so vividly that I even began to... um... get excited. And as soon as I realized this, the excitement became uncontrollable. As if all my body needed was for me to think about being aroused. My penis quickly, confidently, without a doubt, rose from the “down” position to the “into the navel” position.

Does she really see everything? What a shame!

Of course, I couldn’t do anything. Cover up, say something, even see who is behind me. I could show something with my breathing, make some kind of grunt, but would she understand that I was protesting, that I was asking her to leave, to stop staring at me?

The man behind took a step to the side.

My heart skipped a beat again. From the side, my excitement, of course, was clearly visible. And my penis, such a traitor, instead of falling from shame, only ached, completely hardening.

Time has stopped. My temples were pounding. Second slowly floated by second, but nothing happened. And then a wave of contraction passed through the penis, and it pressed against the stomach with a pull. How embarrassing!

Heartbeat. Another one...

Damn! I suddenly felt lips on my neck. They were hard and cold, but as soon as they touched the skin, they softened, warmed, became elastic, gently elastic.

This touch of lips was enough for me to be convinced that this was, after all, the same medical-biologist cabin boy. Only she could kiss me like that.

The man again stepped back a little, and, of course, saw how hard my penis was jumping, giving away all my sensations. Why, oh why, in a man’s penis there are not “voluntary muscles”, but involuntary ones! What did they explain to us at school? Are there only vessels there? There would be “voluntary muscles”, and nothing would reveal the shameful movements of my subconscious. But the momentary paradox did not turn off the vessels, but my penis danced with excitement in front of my charming cabin boy.

I was ashamed. And the vessels that did not turn off betrayed not only my excitement, but also my shame. I felt that my face had turned crimson.

Yunga couldn’t see it - he didn’t provide a pile of towels - but I knew how shameful, inexpressibly shameful it was, to lie naked in front of a girl with whom I had barely exchanged a few words. And not just naked, but shamelessly excited. If only she would leave soon!

But she didn’t leave. I felt lips on my neck again, warm, soft, tender lips. They kissed the hair on the back of my head and the skin on my neck. These lips touched me again and again.

Ashamed as I was, I felt such bliss! How wonderful these touches were! How inexpressibly beautiful those kisses were! Oh, if only I weren't in this position!

After a few more seconds, palms joined the lips. They, too, were cool and harsh at first, but immediately thawed and became unbearably (unbearably!) pleasant. These hands touched my shoulders. They slid onto their backs and froze there. And the lips kept kissing my neck...

If there are moments of absolute happiness in life, this was such a minute. How it was... mmm!... bliss! Shameful, mixed with a feeling of disgrace, but still bliss!

Dirk.

And then suddenly it all ended. The man pressed himself against me. He leaned as he stood - on the side. The palms became harsher and squeezed my shoulders. Simultaneously with a light bite, I felt a body pressed against my side. And I felt... Damn! Wow! There was no doubt... I understood finally and irrevocably that it was a man. The uniform on the man was that of a man. The leather straps of a sword belt were pressed against my ribs. And below... Yes, I felt something that rejected all doubts about the male sex of the person who kissed me. What was hidden in his uniform trousers. Long. Hot. Solid.

Well, well! Kisses another man! And touches! Here you go, Christmas tree sticks! What is this going on!

As soon as the wave of amazement subsided a little, I realized something else. It was undoubtedly the cabin boy. The height is clearly shorter than that of an adult man. And on my belt hung a Jung's cutlass, which touched my bare butt with its plastic sheath. There is no mistaking it for the metal body of the blaster, part of an adult officer's uniform.

How I wanted to break free! How I wanted to turn around sharply and slam my fist into the impudent face that dared to kiss me (me!)! Without my permission! This is rape! How I wanted...

But I couldn’t even clench my teeth.

And the guy continued to kiss me. His lips slid down the back and began to touch the skin over the visible vertebrae. The teeth felt the tubercles of the shoulder blades and bit them. The hands squeezed my shoulders, tightly, even more tightly, so much so that it hurt. In my position, anything can block my breathing, and these strong hands squeezed my shoulders to the point that it became difficult to breathe.

And with all this, I clearly felt this guy’s excitement. He wasn't just on edge. He lost himself in kisses.

Who is this? There were nineteen young boys on the ship. Without me - eighteen. I knew everyone well—it’s hard not to make friends with people your own age on a multi-month flight.

Which one is it? Who could end up in the shower room of the IT sector at night?

There were only two cabin boys at IT - myself and the guy I replaced. He left much earlier and looked quite sleepy. I was ready to swear that he crawled straight to his cabin and fell asleep there...

And the kisses became more and more passionate. The teeth bit harder and harder. The hands squeezed my shoulders more and more tightly (damn it hurt!).

And then I finally understood where it was all going. And he hummed. Because I wanted to scream, call for help, break free. But all I got was a grunt.

The hands finally let go of the shoulders. The palms slid along the back, stroking it from the lower back to the back of the head. Following them, the lips set off. Or teeth? He kissed and bit me, and sometimes it was hard to understand what exactly he was doing right now.

I felt like my dick was going to fall off immediately. Well, as soon as I realized that a man was kissing me. Where can erections come from in such a situation! But my penis continued to stick out. And even twitch with excitement.

Meanwhile, that cabin boy’s palms began to move further down my body. I cringed internally in anticipation of touching...

The palms slid along the lower back, fluttered along the back, went onto the arms, dived into the armpits, caressed the neck, buried themselves in the hair at the back of the head and again descended along the vertebrae down to the lower back. These palms touched the skin millimeters from the place where the buttocks began, but carefully, strictly, time after time, they avoided even a hint of movement there. And after a minute of such caresses, I believed that this cabin boy would not encroach on my ass...

That is why I missed the moment when this happened! The palms slid onto my butt.

Gentle and soft. They lay on the buttock, squeezing it lightly. I felt this touch, I felt it, I was pierced by these movements, as if by electricity. It was both embarrassing (it was touching my ass!) and incredibly...how shall I say...refreshing. Yes, refreshing. It was so unusual, so sharp, so soulful that I could not forget this first touch of palms even after a thousand years!

The lips also moved lower down my back. It was incredible, but, in addition to shame and indignation, these touches also gave me a slight feeling... damn it!... a feeling of pleasure.

Then the unknown person appeared behind me. He must have bent over. Or knelt behind me. Because in another moment his lips were on my buttock.

Wow!

Again shame, again an explosion of indignation and... yes, I was pleased...

A wet mark remained on the skin. Warm elastic lips pressed against my bottom. They were soft. They were tender.

Everything inside me tightened like a bowstring...

And the next kiss already touched the neighboring half. And the palms squeezed the thighs directly above the knees. Squeezed. They froze. And they separated them even more.

Cold sweat appeared on my skin again.

The palm slid up the thigh and gently touched the scrotum from below.

I felt like I was pierced by a blaster bolt. It was... It was like that... My penis instantly jumped from a wave of excitement.

The palm slid even further. Fingers probed one of the testicles. Gentle enough not to hurt me. At the same time, I felt a wet tongue on my skin.

And while the guy was licking the fold right under the buttock, the palm moved even further and touched the shaft of the penis...

What could I do with the wave of pleasure that swept through my body! It seems to me that no matter what terrible situation a man is in, if his erect penis is touched by a palm, no matter whose, he will feel pleasure.

So I lay on the table, naked, motionless, with someone’s lips kissing my buttocks, with teeth biting the skin, with a tongue licking the inside of my thighs, and with a palm stroking my stone penis.

And (what can I help myself!) I felt not only shame and fear. Waves of pleasure washed over me. I felt indescribably pleased.

And the cabin boy behind me was getting more and more excited. His palm pulled back the skin of the head of his penis. Fingers touched the exposed frenulum, and if I could, I would have jumped from the pleasure that surged through me.

Like everyone else, I took masturbation in sex classes at school, and, I remember, during the practical lesson I was simply stunned by my first orgasm. After that, I masturbated often, but, alas, I no longer had those sensations. Now what I felt was much, much, much stronger than what I felt then.

Even my only girlfriend (alas, she was just an educational sex robot in the same sex lessons at school) did not give me such incredible pleasure as I was experiencing now.

I hummed. I couldn’t moan, so I made the only sound I was capable of – I moaned.

And the palm more and more confidently stroked the head of my penis, and I swam and swam in waves of pleasure...

Young man behind me stopped stroking my buttocks with his second palm. His hand penetrated between the halves of the butt. The fingers touched the anus. And they didn’t just touch. They began to stroke him.

Pleasure instantly faded into the background. I continued to feel soft warm fingers on the head of my penis, but now I only thought (thought with horror!) about what would happen now.

We also had anal sex at school, but we did it only theoretically. Either anal sex with a woman or with a man. Of course, some of my classmates tried it, and from them I knew something besides the school curriculum. The main thing I learned from their stories is that it hurts! And it’s quite shameful, even when by consent of both...

I listened to the way the finger of an unknown cabin boy was stroking my hole, and I simply burned with shame, disgrace, humiliation (I was about to be raped, and I couldn’t even be indignant!). And I didn’t want my first real sex to be with a man. And even as a host! This is not what I dreamed of when I thought about one young girl from the medical-biological team...

The guy behind me suddenly disappeared. His hand disappeared from my penis. His finger on the anus ring was missing. Lips, teeth, tongue disappeared. There was no more hot body pressing against me.

I heard footsteps. Retreating steps. I should have felt relieved, but suddenly I realized that I was feeling disappointed.

Stick.

Then the sound of a zipper was heard. Footsteps were heard again, but now they were getting closer.

After another moment, I understood why the cabin boy was leaving. A confident palm spread my buttocks, and I felt something cold.

Cream. Young brought the cream and was now smearing it over my hole.

Then the finger tried to penetrate inside.

The first phalanx easily, of course, passed the external sphincter - a momentary paradox turned it off. But the internal... The internal sphincter involuntarily contracted even more, and the finger buried itself in it, unable to overcome it. That's the first pain. So far quite bearable.

The finger was persistent. Over and over again he tried to overcome the sphincter, tried to no avail, and...

I felt the sphincter suddenly, immediately relax, and the finger was inside.

Something alien penetrated me. It was an unfamiliar feeling, a painful strange feeling.

Young, apparently thinking, froze for a moment, and then moved his finger there, inside. He bent it, pulled it out and again penetrated it into the depths, stroked it, pierced it...

The finger suddenly disappeared. Both palms were on my buttocks - dry and slippery from the cream. The palms grabbed the hips, grabbed them tightly - you couldn’t escape! Even if I could move, I wouldn’t be able to escape!

And a moment later, a hard hot stick touched the anus.

Internally, I jerked with all my might. Internally I screamed. Internally, I twisted, resisted and fought back. But all I got was another sound from my open vocal cords, something between a groan, a sigh and a moo...

And the guy, only for a second lifting his hand from his hip, pressed the head of his penis to the anus. And then he grabbed his side again and leaned on me.

If I could, I would shrink all over. But I couldn't.

His dick immediately advanced a good centimeter. I felt something hard and large pushing my anus apart. The hole was cut by pain, but the cream did its job, and the internal sphincter could not hold it.

Pressing even harder, the cabin boy entered me a little more.

The thick stick pushed inside a good centimeter. It seemed to me that it filled me all over, buried itself in something in the very depths of my body, it seemed, right under my heart, and, without stopping, began to press, moving millimeter by millimeter even deeper.

The cutting pain was replaced by a new type of pain. Now inside me something painful responded to every movement of this cylinder. The sensation was felt in the testicles, as if they were being pulled by some invisible strings.

Pain and humiliation instantly killed all excitement in me. The member began to fall off.

This didn’t stop the guy behind me, though. However, he probably didn’t notice. His strong hands did not let go of my hips for a moment. I felt the heat of his body. I could smell his arousal. I felt a wild, filling, even tearing pressure inside myself.

His dick was huge! What a diameter! What a length!

I felt like they were sticking a whole log inside me. Carrying information tunnel. Horn of Gigantoether. The member kept pushing inside, and it seemed to me that there would be no end to it. What a giant I came across! Not a man, but an octopus from Tirrepara! And this octopus thrust its leading tentacle inside me, all three and a half kilometers of a thick muscular tube. The guy's dick stretched my body like a hand putting on a medical glove. How an immersion hopper stretches space...

And then I experienced a shock again. Another category. I suddenly felt that my penis was reacting to all this.

What's going on! Is this really the consequence of a momentary paradox? Or is this how it should happen during anal sex? My penis became more and more tense, again becoming in the “navel” position, again hardening, filling with blood, jumping and twitching with excitement and desire.

I was so amazed that I even missed the moment when yoongi’s stomach touched me. My shins felt the chill of my pants pulled down to my ankles with their metal rivets, belt buckle and unfastened zipper (how it scratched painfully!).

Young froze. The penetration of the penis into me stopped. It looks like he has already entered the entire length of me.

He ​​froze, but my penis twitched from some kind of painful, perverted pleasure.

What is happening to me! Now I was not so much humiliated and insulted, not so much frightened, not so much shocked, but amazed. Amazed by the reactions of my body. A storm of a wild mixture of androgenic hormones, serotonin and adrenaline was raging inside me. The entire sympathetic nervous system fired in continuous and dense bursts of impulses. I was exhausted from excitement, intense sexual desire. My penis twitched, and I felt an orgasm approaching, distant for now, but approaching with an inevitable eruption.

Probably, if the ability to move had returned to me now, I would have deliberately pretended to be immobilized. I was so pleased! I would lie there, pretending that the paradox was in effect, in order to get an excuse not to run away, not to be indignant, and not to get into a fight. But the paradox had not yet passed, and I had no choice but to simply feel, feel, absorb the movements of the penis inside me...

After a second pause, the cabin boy began to move again.

And where did this guy get such a big dick? I have the most common one. I saw other guys' dicks in the showers. And they were ordinary. The same as mine. Maybe sometimes longer - a centimeter maximum. Maybe sometimes thicker - by millimeters, no more. But I've never seen anything like this. Where did this guy come from? Who is he?

Meanwhile, the movements had already become rhythmic. I was fucked.

I remembered well the films I saw at school during sex lessons. I remembered even better how, after the first few minutes of shameful movements with the sex machine, my body suddenly began to make the same rhythmic movements. Exactly the same as the cabin boy was now doing. He was fucking me.

I couldn't help it. My limp body moved back and forth on the table, giving in to his thrusts. The member was pressing into me at a rhythm of sixty frictions per minute. He walked inside, painfully stretching the intestine and each time trying to penetrate deeper. Yoongi's lower abdomen hit my ass, my scrotum hit my testicles. Inside me, in time with these movements, some strings were stretched, giving off a slight pain in the testicles. And in time with these movements, my own penis twitched, straining.

I was choking - I didn’t have enough air.

It was painful and... pleasant. How sweet it was! What a range of sensations spread throughout my body, enveloping, squeezing, lifting it higher and higher above the ground!

Yunga was in earnest. He was hammering, literally hammering, literally hammering me, like a jackhammer hammering diamond pipes on the planet SR... mmm... on the planet SRT98P... like hammering... aah!.. from the planet... aah!... never mind...

The guy was fucking me. He forcefully pushed his dick inside me over and over again. Leaned on me. He lived his own rhythm in me...

Mmm!... Aah!...

Where do these sounds come from? Was it really me who published them? Or was it him? Or was I just imagining things?

And then suddenly the cabin boy stopped. Freeze. He drove his dick deep into me and froze, as if it had been turned off.

I didn't hear him breathing. I didn't know what was happening. Everything stopped so suddenly that I experienced another shock. This time from what the cabin boy did not (!) do. I didn't have enough. A little more, a dozen more movements, and I would...

I felt how the fingers, seemingly cramped, clenched on my hips, were clenching...

And then I felt (or maybe I made up what I felt? But no, I actually felt it!), how a hard penis began to pulsate inside me.

The guy wheezed, leaned on me with all his weight and began to barely move his hips.

Freezes again. And again he moved his penis. Frozen.

My heart beat a dozen beats during this terrible break in movements, and only then did the cabin boy begin to move back and forth inside me again. There was neither the former scope nor strength in these movements, but they betrayed such tension, such a storm of sensations, such pleasure that I involuntarily let out either a groan or a moo...

And then he suddenly relaxed. He fell on me. His heavy body crushed me.

I felt his chest and stomach wet with sweat. His lips were on my neck, but the cabin boy did not kiss it. He just lay on top of me and I could feel how quickly he was breathing. The hair on my head moved with each of his exhalations, hot, wet exhalations.

Fingers.

I was spread out under the heavy body, it was difficult for me to breathe, but for some reason I was not afraid of suffocating. A paradoxical sensation was beating in my head: it was pleasant, damn it, it was so pleasant to be crushed by this living weight!

My dick twitched. Everything inside me ached with the desire to continue.

I don’t know how, but the guy felt it. Without moving a millimeter, remaining inside me, he raised his hand, groped my penis and ran his fingers along it. I was overcome with such pleasure that I moaned again. The trunk shrank. And the anus contracted, and the intestines seemed to shrink, and the fact that they could not actually shrink because of the living rod inside me gave the sensations an unbearable, indescribable sharpness...

The guy’s fingers continued to rub the head of my penis, rubbing it the way I would do it to myself, on the most sensitive place, on the most tense string, on the center of pleasure and enjoyment. And I would squirm from my sensations if my body listened to me. And I would scream from the incredible sensations if I could scream. And I flew and flew up...

Fingers! What fingers! And the trunk is inside me! And hot breath on the back of your neck! And a heavy body is on me. And...

Why so fast! For what! No, I want more! But the volcano that has begun to erupt cannot be stopped. Don't catch the blaster charge as it flies out. Do not stop an orgasm once it has started. The sweet knot in my penis quickly and decisively rose up the shaft, froze like a painful charge in the head and...

For the next few seconds I lost all sense of the world. I floated in pleasure, soared between the stars, among the brightest, purest sweetness. There was nothing in my life with which I could compare what I felt. Not one of my previous orgasms could reach even one on the hundred-point scale of the orgasm that exploded in me...

I soared and soared in pleasure. I disintegrated into the smallest particles, so that each of them was saturated with this unimaginable pleasure. I melted in sweet sensations, like a snowflake melts on a hot tongue...

After a minute or a year, the sensations of the world around me began to slowly return to me.

Yoongi’s dick has already left my body. Apparently, the guy was sitting on the floor, pressed against my leg. His hand stroked her buttock, but not passionately, but gently and softly.

Then the cabin boy stood up. He ran his palm along the back, from the back of the head to the groove between the halves of the butt, touching the wounded hole, which immediately responded to this touch with a burning sensation...

Waiting.

He ​​pulled away from me. There were footsteps, the gurgle of a stream of water in the washbasin, and the sound of a dryer.

I lay on the table, gradually coming to my senses.

How hard I came! How incredibly hard I came! What a bright, sparkling orgasm!

I heard the sound of a zipper. This time from the bottom up. Then approaching footsteps. The guy froze behind me. I felt the touch of his lips on my buttock. Young moved a little and found himself on the side of me. His lips softly, barely perceptibly kissed my thigh at the very surface of the table...

And then suddenly he gave a strangled cry. He jumped up, froze for a moment, and quickly ran out of the shower room.

What happened? What scared him so much?

I thought with horror that he heard someone’s steps. Now someone else will come in here!

I clearly felt the sperm slowly flowing down my legs. Actually, two streams of sperm - from the anus and from the penis - slowly slid down the thigh.

What will this newcomer see?! A naked cabin boy lying on the table with streaks of semen all over his body, with a broken, unclosed anus!

Now I felt only horror.

The wait went on and on. My heart was pounding loudly.

No one showed up.

What's going on! Whether someone is coming or not!

A few more minutes passed. I was alone in the shower.

Not clear. Why did that cabin boy run away so quickly?

I began to calm down.

After some time, which seemed endless to me, my eyelids moved. I saw the dim light of the shower shining through the fabric of the towel. After another moment, I was able to move my finger. Then the leg jerked, and the whole body, losing balance, slid to the floor. I found myself sitting with my back against the wall. The entire weight of the body fell on the butt, and the anus ached painfully.

I jerked and fell on my side.

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