I put my head in my free hand and sob, as my dick slowly shrinks and softens in the grip of my other hand. “Why am I spending my life like this? Why am I the only one in the world interested in pleasuring me? Do I even deserve to feel that pleasure?”. I pick up the ejaculate filled wet wipe and head into the bathroom to discard it, and clean myself up. I catch my reflection in the mirror and stop. “Same time tomorrow?”.