Man vs. Nature.
Not exactly a new concept, but perhaps no one has experienced it in quite this way.
Or maybe they have; how would he know?
Well, he knew that nature was definitely against him. Sure, he had access to a wealth of pharmaceutical assistance, but that just seemed wrong somehow.
No, he would go this alone.
It wasn't going to happen in one go round, but if he exercised the same kind of patience he did when setting a trap for Wilson, Cuddy, or the ducklings, he would emerge the victor.
First step is to fall into bed and forget the world for the night; start fresh tomorrow.
Next step is avoid Wilson, Cuddy, and the ducklings the next day. Oh, and patients. They were death even at the best of times.
Third order of business is to forgo the celebratory drink that step two calls for.
And now it's time for a little interactive television.
The first item of tonight's visual feast isn't particularly appetizing, but the second course is a bit better; two girls, one guy. And what a lucky guy!
House can't decide if he'd rather get sucked off by the blonde while the brunette fingers her or if he'd rather fuck the brunette while the blonde licks his balls. In a perfect world, he could have both.
And hello there, Little Greg! Thanks for joining us!
See the blonde? Would you like to meet her breasts? Thought so. And what lovely breasts they are.
Hang on a second while we move on to the next course. Don't go anywhere!
It's hard to believe there's something one could say was better than course #2, but surely you'll agree that a gangbang is much better.
House agrees, anyways, judging by the erection in his fist. His practiced strokes are smooth and unhurried. His forearms flex and contract with each trip down, then back up. His eyes are heavy lidded, his mouth hanging open and really, watching him is better than anything he's watching right now.
The canned screaming from the TV doesn't compare to the very real and very unconscious grunts and half-moans coming from the back of his throat. All the guys on the TV are bodybuilders with oil smeared all over them. Despite the fluffers' best efforts, their anatomy is showing only a token interest in what's going on. They look bored and plastic and unappetizing.
House is going soft around the middle, his muscles are incredibly toned but they usually stay fairly well hidden under his T-Shirts. His thinning hair is shot with gray and his stubble has a few patches of it, too. His lined face and scarred body tell tales he never will. He's incredibly real and utterly sexy.
Up, down, circle of hips and House is getting loud enough to be aware of the noises he's making. Even his breathing is loud, each breath a brief explosion in and out of his lungs, making his chest heave. He reaches his other hand between his legs, rolls his balls in his nimble fingers and even in this it is obvious he is skilled at everything he does.
With a final shove of his hips up into his fist, a deep, guttural sound builds as his body stills. A pause and then House's body jerks violently, again, and then he throws his head back and pumps his fist as he ejaculates in long ropes across his chest and belly.
Man: 1
Nature: 0