Dwelling on dark thoughts and his grim fate seemed to cause his migraine to double in intensity. It had been over 24 hours since James had last seen Lilith. Now James realized what they’d been giggling about, and why they hadn’t left. Sweat beaded at Mark’s brow and he tugged at his collar, overcome with an unnatural heat. Darkness. Then the room began to spin. He was interrupted though when the sound of scratching made him look down. He couldn’t afford to lose himself again. As the source turned the corner down the block and continued toward the two men, James read the lit-up sign on the front of the bus. Eventually James let Mark come up for air. As he lowered his face to hers, James could feel her trembling in anticipation. Swinging his arm lazily, his fist impacted the wall of the storeroom. With one hand stroking his cock, James admired his friend’s lithe body. James opened himself up to it, allowing it to become a part of him, to sustain him. Please!” He waited for an answer, but it was in vain. James answered her by repositioning himself until he was directly on top of the woman. He fought off the debilitating pain that threatened to end him.
