Losing my Inhibitions

I've mentioned the fact that urban legend states that men - being the oversexed horny dogs that they are- frequently fantasize about sex. Usually around the average of seven seconds at the least but on some days though, I find myself wondering whether it's more of a recurring thought with salient, logical, non-sexual thought-breaks in between. Man, we gotta breathe some time after all.

During the usual working hours, I'm the epitome of the conservative, boring average salaryman but after working round the clock, something happens to me just past midnight. Not that I start developing fur on my chest and start popping claws from my hands but it's a close enough metaphor. Don't know what it is about being being grumpy, overworked and sleep-deprived but it obviously lowers my sexual inhibitions quite significantly ( not that I had all that many inhibitions in place anyway ) and somehow even the most innocuous action starts to take on the most obscene connotations in my admittedly sex-soaked brain.

Then bit by bit, I slowly start to transform into one of the legendary creatures from a classic gay horror movie - the hooded, sex-crazed fiend who trails after gorgeous ( but admittedly silly ) young men in shower rooms with something long, hard and pointy. Even though I might be a groggy, semi-functioning zombie at the end of a grueling 24 work day, that doesn't make me any less dangerous to pretty young men... far from that actually since it actually makes me even more of a sex fiend.

Even guys who aren't usually my type start getting my juices churning.


Need some meat! Fresh manmeat!
Here's just an example of what kinda crazy-ass Jekyll monster I turn into when the clock strikes twelve. There was a particularly dishy intern Hairy Hafiz who came down to lend me a hand with one of the more problematic patients just past the witching hour. Just a routine examination and prep for transfer to the intensive care but damn, I found myself unable to keep my eyes off him. Even the mere wisp of jet black curls peeping out from the collar of his slightly torn tee was enough to get me going. Not that he was particularly irresistible Chris Evans like but that time of the night had turned my rampaging monster loose and I was just this close to shoving him into the nearest supply closet for a quick fuck.

And just this morning I almost fell on Handsome Hui's naked nape. Poor kid was just bending over to write some notes for the morning passover and I had this almost overwhelming urge to bite his neck. Even his passing mention of serving up some fresh milk in the pantry had me thinking up all sorts of salacious possibilities. Called me Saint Wicked again when I whispered my X-rated thoughts into his ear.

I really should be locked up after my on-call. Seriously. Cute guys simply aren't safe from me.

Now, you gotta excuse me while I get a much-needed cold shower.