Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

whimper, "I'm coming," before I released my load in his mouth. He swallowed every drop and made sure I was spiffy clean before letting my spent cock slip free.
    He turned around and flopped on the bed so we were on our backs next to each other. I dragged my hands up my stomach and felt the come that had landed there. Being overly relaxed, commonly known as lazy, I didn't want to get up but I didn't want it to start dripping either, so I did the only logical thing: I rubbed it into my skin. The large amount of come on my neck had already started running down both sides. I've read a few articles that talk about how healthy come is for hair and skin; now was my chance to try it for myself. I just had to remember to shower before Zack drove me back to my car.
    Rubbing the come against my skin left my hands sticky so I tried to covertly wipe them off on the corner of Zack's bed sheet. If he noticed what I was doing, he didn't say. We both lay there. I was just staring at the ceiling, feeling satisfied. I wasn't sure how long we stayed there before Zack broke the silence. "There were ten thousand condoms in that box." He sounded so relaxed and casual, like everyone had ten thousand condoms and gallon-sized containers of lube. I was so sated that it took me a minute to process what he'd said.
    Turning my head to look at him, I asked, "Why do you need so many condoms? I know I'm not an expert, but ten thousand seems excessive." Or was I just inadequate with my box of only six? I guess it'd been awhile since I last had sex, but surely not that much had changed in eight months, right? I think I would have heard about any big changes in sexual practices, even if I wasn't practicing too often.
    "Well I might've been a little presumptuous and thought I'd ordered one hundred of them. Then I received a box of ten thousand fuck wrappers. I'm still not sure how I fucked up the order." He paused to grab a condom off the nightstand and tossed it on my chest. "And I can only use them with you," he winked. I grabbed the condom off my chest and actually looked at it for the first time. The wrapper had a longsword going diagonally across the condom. The handle was in the bottom right corner with the tip of the blade ending in the top left corner. There was a semi-translucent black condom being unrolled down the sword. It stopped a little below the tip. "EVEN A BADASS WARRIOR NEEDS TO SHEATH HIS LONGSWORD" was written in tiny block print across the middle of the wrapper.
    At first, I thought it was weird ordering so many custom condoms, but then I realized what a sweet gesture it was. I mean that takes thought and planning out. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. I wasn't sure what to say. 'Thank you, you're very sweet' seemed lame. I wanted to say something sweet and heartfelt to convey how much his unexpected gesture meant to me. "Wow, that must have cost a small fortune." Mission: Be Romantic was an EPIC FAIL! I might as well have just said, "Thanks for the gift, how much did it cost, and can I return it for cash?"
    I was frantically trying to think of something to say that would distract from what I just said when Zack responded, "To do what we just did, it was totally worth it."
    "We haven't even used one yet."
    "I know. And it was already more than worth it."
    "It will take a lot of sex to go through ten thousand condoms." I wondered if my voice sounded as awed as I felt. I was still trying to wrap my head around this.
    "Yeah, and we only have two years before they expire." Zack sounded like he was bragging, meanwhile I was busy trying to do the math for how many condoms we needed to use a day.
    "That means we have to use like thirteen and a half a day." I took a minute to process that. "Which isn't possible so we will have to rotate and use thirteen one day and fourteen the next. That seems like a lot of work and logistically not probable. I mean with other stuff happening, something could come up or one of us get sick, and then we have to try and get caught back up." The thought of fucking so much was hot but kind of exhausting. And we'd have to work out a sex-schedule and then it would really feel like work.
    "Just means you'll be too busy to have sex with anyone else. I don't see a problem with that." He paused for a moment. "And I already used over 400 of them. We'll just have to get condom creative. Have water condom-balloon fights and stuff. So yeah, we'll have tons of fun fucking like crazy and using condoms