The semen shot out of his engorged member so forcefully that he could feel an ever so slight burning sensation in his urethra caused by friction due to the rapid ejection of the fluid. Three more, large-volume evacuations occurred, each more clumpy, thick and sticky than the last. He could feel his lower abdomen emptying. As the exhilaration from the orgasm waned, guilt and loneliness pulled him back to reality. Now sobbing quietly in the dark, unfurnished basement, he cleaned the wasted bodily fluid from his desktop, edge of the keyboard and a pool on the carpet using an old stack of Arby's napkins. The tears on his cheeks sparkled from the light of his monitor.