Headaches and Wipeys
He couldn’t find the wipeys anywhere, so he took a risk and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Wipeys are definitely better than toilet paper; they won’t leave your skin sticky after removing cum. It took him three long pieces, but he was finally clean. His head started to hurt again. He started to wonder if he might have some kind of medical issue that made him think about sex all the time. (He thinks ‘medical issue’ and not ‘tumor’ because he doesn’t want to come off as hypochondriac). And he had had sex that same morning.
As with any other issue in his life, he googled. Every now and then, the Internet would reveal the answer to his problems lingering somewhere along the second page of results. He already knew which webpages to avoid, mainly forums with stupid people answering stupid shit; but this time, he just learned that maybe his blood vessels were constraining themselves too much while ejaculating, hence the headache. Could it be that he finally passed the limit of ejaculations in a man’s lifetime? The thought scared him to death. He certainly has had his fair share of partners, probably a result of his sexually repressed pubescent years, which were the worst for him. He started to wonder if everyone in the world obsessed with sex had been through a similar situation while growing up.
He then went out to the balcony for some air. It was not a beautiful day, the hectic Cape Town winds blew several clouds towards Sea Point, and it was about to rain. Still, one could hear the loud people from the main road and the honks of taxis. The mist river ebbing from Table Mountain made him remember that everything must follow its course.