Randier than a jackrabbit

I don't know if there was something in the water or someone slipped me a viagra in my jamba-juice (I've never had viagra or anything like it in my life, so I'm just hypothesizing here) but Friday, I just could not keep the long ranger corraled. Steel has been coming over about twice a week now, and I knew it was one of "his" days. So, from the moment I woke up I had a raging case of wood. He came over mid-day and said he only had an hour or so since he had to go back to work. I didn't want to waste any time and with little foreplay we just started fucking (we started with him butts up on my bed and me standing from behind). I remembered the last couple times he came over, he was content to just get fucked and not make any effort to jack-off or even cum. This time I asked him, "Hey, do you feel like cumming or is this cool?" He shrugged his shoulders, so I took it as a challenge. I leaned over his back and got close to his ear, my cock stationary but flexing and pulsing inside him, and said, "what's the best way you like to get fucked?" He shrugged again and said, "I like it all." I said in a lower tone, "Come on, man. You have to have a favorite position." He shrugged yet again, so I continued, "Well, this time I want you just to focus on your asshole. Don't worry about my dick, just think about how your ass feels when I'm doing it to you and we can compare positions." I gave him a couple more minutes ramming him from behind. Then I pushed him forward, making sure to follow so my dick stayed inside him. Then straddled him and fucked him prison style; slow strokes first, then really nailing him. "Which one is better, the last one or this one?" "This one, definitely" he moaned. Hmmm...not my favorite position, but I could get off like this if I needed to. I continued in my quest and rolled him over on his side. Bingo. "This one! I like this one!" he offered, with no solicitation this time. I reached around to feel his dick, and sure enough it was hard as a rock. Even though I prefer missionary, I felt benevolent, and fucked him on his side until I shot my load, then he jacked himself off and came shortly thereafter.
OK, now I usually get 2 loads from Steel, and this time was no exception. Within 20 minutes of round 1, I was fucking him missionary and this time not caring if he got off (or even enjoyed it). He took it like a champ and it didn't take me long to shoot my second wad with his legs spread wide like a bitch in heat. Almost right after I came he said he needed to get going back to work or he'd be late. I told him I understood and thanked him for the two great fucks and he left.
Normally, that would be that for the day. But for some reason about 5 minutes after Steel left, I was feeling it again, and BAD. I thought, "FUCK! I just can't empty my balls today!" But as Steel was gone, I wondered if I should just forget it and focus on something else (I had to go to the gym later, and thought that would take my mind off of things). Then I thought I'd try a VERY mediocre fuck that I had a couple weeks earlier who had been messaging me for seconds, but I really wasn't interested. Hey...desperate times, eh? Sure enough, he was grateful for the attention, and said he could be over in 10 minutes. When he got here, I wasted no time and just started fucking him with no foreplay and no mercy; it was all about me getting my dick off again. 3 minutes later while fucking him missionary, I started pumping my load out, and felt the warm jizz from his dick hitting my groin as he was cumming without touching himself. I know he really enjoyed it, but honestly, for my purposes he could have been anyone; I just needed more hole. So, my scorecard: 2 hours, 2 guys, 3 loads.
"OK, NOW I can get on with my day!" I thought. I went to grab a late lunch, then went to the gym and had a GREAT workout. And wouldn't you know it? Just like some siren luring my canoe to the rocks, there was some buffed thuggish Flip cruising me the whole time in the locker room. Interested, I followed him into the showers, then the steam room with my towel on to hide my stiffy. When I got into the steam room, I saw an old creepy man sitting there playing with himself, blatantly (this was not the "gay" gym in SF, this was my regular "straight" one). Although I had never seen him there before, I knew his type and realized he probably brought a tent and canteen with him in that sauna, so there would be absolutely NO way I was gonna have any time alone with the flip. So, I acknowledged defeat and left, now strangely drained for the first time of the day.
Later that night Chef came over since he was having some family issues at his family's place and needed to crash. I was really glad I was drained so I wouldn't have any impulse to try and mess with Chef, since I had made a conscious effort to keep him as a friend and not cross the line anymore. I still find him attractive, but something in our relationship changed to where I look at him now as a relative/close friend as opposed to anything sexual. It was great to see him and visit. Now if I can only figure out what it was that I ate the day before...