Aron didn't know when he first lost consciousness, or for how long it had been. Nor how many times he'd fainted. He knew that he'd woken briefly several times by James still fucking him at the same steam-engine speed.
The intervals of Aron's orgasms had gradually increased during the first hour or so, until he was climaxing every other minute. But by then, he'd long since gone dry. Spamming helplessly as his penis tried and failed to shoot, yet still growing noticeably more sensitive with every dry orgasm. Every once in a while, a single, lonely drop of precum would form on the tip like a due drop, which James would promptly use to rub his rough thumb all over the head. It was acts like that which woke Aron up again for brief moments throughout the night.
He remembered seeing the sunrise out the window at some point, though everything was a blur of emotions and sensations in Aron's head. Coherent thoughts could not survive long in that state. The realization that he'd been raped nonstop for the entire night only registered as a dim blip in his mind before he went under again.
He'd awoken again as James had finally pulled out of him. The cum that had piled up with increasing pressure inside of James had fountained out onto the floor in exaggerated amounts. Through the entire session, Aron's ass had been so tight around the cock that not a single drop had spilled until now.
James had let him finally collapse in the giant puddle of cum on the floor while dry orgasm after dry orgasm assailed Aron's limp body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Or ripples after a splash.
As Aron finally was permitted to escape into the land of dreams, all he got was more sex. He dreamt about nothing but cock. Sucking them. Being fucked by them. Worshiping them. The only difference was that the subconscious Aron loved every moment of it. Begging for more. Drinking the cum with joy in his heart. It was a dream Aron would remember with shame and confusion.