Not even a little bit.
Between jack-off sessions, I’d come across an article written by a guy who called himself a bottom. I knew enough about gay stuff to understand the difference between top and bottom, but I didn’t think I had ever seen someone label themselves like that.
The guy was quick to say that liking one thing didn’t mean you had to like it exclusively, and that plenty of people liked both giving and receiving anal. I’d also learned—to my surprise—that a lot of gay guys didn’t do anal at all, instead focusing on hand jobs and blowjobs and other… stuff. Basically, his message was that whatever worked for you, worked for you, and you didn’t have to make it make sense.
I wondered what kind of label Ozzie would give himself.
The most important thing I’d gleaned from the article was that being up front about what you wanted meant you had a higher likelihood of getting it. He said guys who liked it up the ass sometimes got painted with this brush implying that they were weaker than men who preferred to top, which simply wasn’t true.
I was overwhelmed, to be honest, but I still needed more information. I liked the idea of going back and forth, but I wasn’t sure how it would work in practice. There’d been an ad in that same article for prostate stimulators and dildos. So I’d bought both. I’d ordered the dildo from a small indie shop but the stimulator from Amazon, since I could get it overnight and it was less intimidating than the dildo.
Embarrassingly, I’d also purchased a douche bulb, and today I’d used it for the first time. The less said about that, the better. As for lube, everything I’d read said to be super generous, and boy howdy, was I.
So, clean as a whistle and slick as a used-car salesman, I held the prostate stimulator out in front of me, trying to hype myself up. The wand, which was a series of connected bumps, started out fairly thin and got progressively thicker. I hit the button on the remote and nearly dropped the thing.Holy shit, that was strong. I hit a few more buttons to reduce the vibration and change up the pattern, but it all felt very advanced, so I decided I’d wait and check out the vibrating function later.
So, yeah. Here I was, about to pleasure my prostate.
Saying it like that made me scrunch my nose, thinking of my last physical exam. The bottom guy—the one who wrote the article—called it his P-spot. Like a G-spot, only for guys. Unfortunately, “P-spot” made me think of our old family cat who’d hated that we’d moved his litter box and kept peeing in the same place.
Not helpful, Walker.
Pleasure button?
Bundle of nerves?
Man bean?
I really had to quit stalling, so I ignored my inner thesaurus, took a deep breath, and tried to relax my sphincter. Then I laughed, because the wordsphincterwas hilarious.
Get a hold of yourself.
I had to stop to laugh a few more times, but eventually I kept going. I took another breath, stifled a final giggle, then raised my good knee and swirled my lubed fingers over the tight furl of skin.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. Since I’d tried this once already, my cock responded to the touch, thickening before I’d hardly done anything. After a few seconds, the muscle began to relax. Grabbing the stimulator, I sucked in another deep breath, then pushed the toy inside past the first—oh, ow—bump.
It was definitely a stretch, but it wasn’tbad. Eventually I relaxed enough to push it past the second bump, then the third. It felt weird, and my cock was nowhere near as interested as it had been when I was making out with the bartender, but this experiment didn’t have to be life changing.
I went in to the fourth bump, pleased with how well I was taking it, and rocked it back out.
Oh.
Oh.
The way the bumps felt against the tight ring of muscle was new. I pushed in a little farther, then changed the angle. I’d liked the way it felt to touch my prostate with my finger, and it felt good with the stimulator as well.
Maybe adding vibration wouldn’t bethatadvanced. Eyeballing the controller, I adjusted it so the buzz was at the lowest point, then hit the On button.
Mm, pleasant. I rocked it in and out, enjoying thebump, bump, bumpof the beads even more with the hint of vibration. Pushing the wand in past the fifth bead, halfway to the sixth, I found the stretch, while a little painful, also felt good. Like the way salty and sweet went together so well.
I upped the vibration to the next level, and my mouth dropped open. My dick, which had stalled out at half chub, filled as I eased the toy in and out. I hit the vibration again, and my cock started leaking.
Grabbing my shaft, I pumped up and down with the same rhythm I was using with the stimulator.
Fucking holy hell. Even if I weren’t queer, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t known how good this felt. Far too many straight guys were definitely—definitely—missing out.
With lube clinging to my fingers, I upped the vibration again and nearly fell off the bed. Recentering myself, I pushed the stimulator until it was right… up… against that lovely spot of nerves I’d been ignoring all my life.
Further testing out the waters, I clenched, happy to find that the stimulator stayed in place, because then I could use both hands to get me the rest of the way.
