For your partner/partners…or for you. Whatever gives you orgasmic bliss, am I right?
Have fun, Sully-do, but don’t think of me while doing it because that’s, ugh, gross.
Ta-ta,
Papa Lori
Grossis that repulsive nickname he uses on purpose. But I am kind of glad about this inappropriate present. I’ve been wantingto buy a dildo on the internet, but I can’t have it sent here. What if someone opens it by mistake? Same for my brother’s house. Maybe I can ask Brad to drive me to a sex shop when he gets here.
The anal vibrator is smaller than I thought—I set it on my palm—and lighter. There’s a bottle of lube and a small remote inside the box as well. I take out the latter and press the red button. After a few seconds, the plug starts turning warm against my hand. The plus-one button makes it vibrate, and the more I push, the more it shakes. I swallow as I begin to feel heat spreading inside my belly and I imagine it moving inside me.
I suddenly turn off the vibration and toss the plug with the remote and the lube on the bed as I quickly remove my pants and boxer briefs—tripping while sliding them down and landing face down on the bed. I huff, glad no one has witnessed my horrendous striptease, and get under the duvet.
I grab the lube and pop open the lid, but just before pouring it on the plug, I stop. I feel excited but also a little nervous. Yes, I’m a nerd and a virgin. I’ve never done anything like this before. I thought about it, dreamed about it, watched people go at it on the internet, but doing it myself? Never. And now that I’m about to, I feel all… squirrelly.
Well, I didn’t have that many possibilities. Living with my brother and his husband didn’t help. It made it worse. They are like two sex machines. Rague is generously endowed, like porn-actor endowed. I learned the hard way never to enter their bedroom without knocking first. Compared to him, I’m…less, not even half his size. Top that with my clumsiness, inability to flirt, and extra cautiousness, and what do you get? A twenty-year-old—almost twenty-one—virgin.
It doesn’t matter, though. Because I promised myself I’d experience more. And this? This is when I do it. Feeling a new kind of resolve flowing through my veins, I grab my laptop from the nightstand and look for videos with that couple that likes to use sex toys. It’s still porn, but they seem to really have fun and trust each other. The pleasure they feel seems real.
I’m about to click play when my eyes fall on another video with a guy wearing a red mask. I hold my breath as I choose that one instead. It takes me to a new page filled with buff masked men using twinks for pleasure. Oh boy. There’s one with a white-masked man grabbing a much smaller guy from his loose hoodie.
As I press play, the scream of the guy as he is being forced to his knees pushes me to hurriedly lower the volume and grab my EarPods.
The sound of gagging takes me back to the video. The twink is deep-throating the man’s cock, saliva dripping down his chin, mouth impossibly stretched, eyes filled with tears as the man’s large hand holds him at his groin.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump. My heart is racing like it’s trying to burst out of my chest. My dick is hard, having a pulse of its own.
The twink is now licking the man’s humongous shaft, nice and slow, his tongue attempting to embrace more of it—which is impossible.
The masked man is starting to breathe heavily. Only half of his face is covered, so I can see his parted lips and pink tongue and hear his sexy grunts. Watching his enjoyment turns me on so fucking much. I wish I were the guy kneeling at his feet.
I move the laptop to the side over the comforter. I pour some lube on my hand and wrap it around my hard dick, while the other goes to my lips. I start to suck on my fingers, imagining the guy’s long cock fucking my mouth while I jerk off slowly. Fuck, it feels so good. I discovered a few months ago that I might have an oral fixation. Having something in my mouth really does it for me.
As I keep watching the video, I become the twink sucking on the huge cock. It’s sliding deep into the wet and warm parts of my throat, pressing heavily on my tongue, making it hard to breathe.
A shiver runs down from the base of my hips to the tips of my toes as I continue hearing the slurping sounds both the guy from the video and I are making. When his hand moves to his ass, and he slides a finger in, I feel my butthole clenching with anticipation.
I pull my fingers out of my mouth and grab the anal plug. I spit on it—just as I saw in a video once—and after opening my legs, I pour some lube on my entrance. It’s cold, and I’m making a mess on the sheets, but I’m too horny to care. Just as the masked man starts to push his cock inside the guy, a moan leaves my lips as the plug spears my pucker. I feel the ring of muscle yielding slowly under the pressure. It stings a little, but my dick is still hard as I keep jerking off. How does that twink take all those inches inside him? Would I ever be able to do it?
“Fuck!” My body arches while the toy moves deeper. I am not certain of what I am feeling. It’s weird, but also good. My dick can’t stop leaking, and I’m forcing down one moan after another, not wanting to wake anyone up in the dorm at this hour.
But as the toy finally slides all the way in, I can’t keep the grunt in. Gods! I didn’t know my ass could be this sensitive. I blindly move my hand over the comforter until I find the small remote. I press both the heating button and the vibration once, twice. My hips jump from the bed as I’m hit by the strongest pleasure I’ve ever felt.
The laptop is forgotten. I’m lost in my orgasmic chase. My hand is flying over my cock while my hips keep rocking into the air as the plug continues fucking me from the inside. I grab the loose T-shirt and push the rim into my mouth to silence my screams of pleasure. I smell a scent coming from it, a musky smell that makes my balls draw up, and my inner muscles squeeze around the vibrating plug. I’m still listening to the two men fucking from the video, my hips gyrating wantonly. The masked man is spanking him now while the wet sounds of sex keep resounding in my ears.
I’m being bombarded from all angles, and as my climax gets closer and closer, I suddenly feel eyes on me. That feeling of being watched is back. Instead of stopping, I let the sheet slide down my body and spit the T-shirt out of my mouth to push three fingers inside, sucking hard on them, embracing this dirty part of me fully. I’m imagining the man in the white mask from my dream looming over me, savoring the show I’m giving him, dangerously close to taking me and using me as he pleases. I fuck into my hand with renewed excitement and clench my ass as hard as I can around the sex toy as I move my slick fingers on my nipple and pull.
I’m deeply enjoying this new side of me until it happens. My eyes roll back into my head as an unstoppable orgasm barrels through me, taking all the air in the room with it. My body arches toward the ceiling as I’m possessed by raw pleasure. Awhite light explodes behind my eyelids, and my body trembles in rapture. I mouth one silent word. It leaves my lips in a gasp.
Ezra.
The aftershocks make me shake a little as I turn off the vibrator and take off the EarPods. I push until the butt plug is out and wrap it in the towel on the floor, shut the laptop, and wait for my breathing to slow down. I feel the satisfied smile on my face as I lie on my bed, half-naked, all sweaty and sticky.
Fuck, Lori really knows his way around sex toys. Something I’m never going to tell him, or I’ll find myself buried in vibrators, plugs, and other devices.
I slide a hand under the mattress and grab my diary. I adjust my sitting position until I feel comfortable and unhook the pen from the leather cover. One click and I start writing.
I’m definitely a bottom.A little chuckle comes out of me.In the past, it was hard to come only by jerking off, and now I know why. I like ass play. Ahhh, that’s a load off my shoulders. I thought there was something wrong with me because of my childhood, but it turns out I’m just kinkier than I thought.
