John had a raging erection; it was so hard, it tore through his underwear as he shifted in his seat. His cock was long and thick; It grew painfully bigger as he worked it out and eased it through the opening in the front of his briefs.
He didn't know why, but this was somehow less embarrassing than getting undressed in front of others. It was hot as hell, though, and he hoped he could stop before sexing up a couple of old ladies sitting nearby; But he had to admit, when the boner invaded his pants, he became fascinated.
Hot as he was with sexy Valerie, he would never be like Brad and John and be interested in sex on a whim, especially if the person he wanted wasn't in the right head-space. They might be a bit jealous, a little desperate.
They might think he was gong to waste his sexed-up boner on someone like Valerie, when he could have sex for real with someone hot and sexy, like Heather. If he was lucky, Heather would be the last person he fucked; he'd give her five orgasms in a row and then walk her home before he let her boner make him groan out the name of his sexfriend.
Hot as his boner was, it didn't have to be sexy; it just had to be hot.
"Oh God, this is so hot!" Cristina shrieked as she had her breasts smacked together by the man in the hot-seat.
"I can't believe he took my boner inside him like that! Holy shit! He penetrated me so deep and so fast; he took it all!" She moaned all sexy like.
"Bonded them like they were in bed together," the man sitting next to Cristina said in an eerie voice, as if he knew something about hot sex.
"It felt like his sexed up boner went inside me, hot and hard. Like I was being penetrated with sexes inside me, sexed into me. I couldn't stop touching him. I couldn't take my hands off him!" Cristina moaned and admitted, still having sex in the position you have it in.
His man-boner grew and grew inside me, and he kept slamming into me until he pushed it inside my hot sexes and penetrated me and cut me, made me hot." The man in the hot-seat got up and looked down at the woman he'd turned into a sexed-up woman for the rest of her life.
"You got hot?" John asked.
"Holy shit, what do you mean, 'you got hot?'" The man sitting next to Cristina asked, confused, but he was secretly into it.
"Are you a sex-smith?" John once again asked, stroking himself without lubricant; it sounded like vibrating a rubber chicken.
"Sex-smith?" Cristina screeched, as if his words were more sexy than hot sex. Her gaze shot to the last man sitting in the hot-seat.
"You want me to suck your man-boner out of you? Make you feel sexy and hot?" Cristina asked John, while lap dancing the man sitting next to her. He glanced around at all the other women, some sitting, some lounging, some lying back in hot-seat poses, their boners raging hard like cowboys during doggy-style. They were all hot.
"I think I'm in love," the last woman said, her mouth thick with saliva, her throat obscenely well-filled with sex.
"My sex liked him so much." Another woman yelled.
John touched the boner in his pants and shoved it down to his underwear, slipping his finger through the sticky wetness of sex. His heart pounded as if it were trying to beat itself into his brain. It filled his head with hot, steamy pictures of naked men and sexy women doing hot sex in hot-seat poses, fucking each other, and getting hot sex for real with sexy women like Heather. Suddenly, he didn't care about anything else.
He didn't want to be sad, he wanted to be happy, and then he bent down and sucked his own dick all sexy like. Hot sex.
"Are you happy now?" John asked his sex, "Do you want more? More hot sex? Would you like me to cut your sex and let you suck it again? Would you like me to cut it and turn it into a hot sex orgy? Women included. John thought long and hard, "No, I'm good." He said like a chad who fucks, "I'll pass."
He sucked his boner hard to cool down his hot sex, and then died.
The end