So very, very bad.
And yet, as I free my desperate cock, all fear disappears. My foreskin’s drawn back tight as a drum, the crown burning bright pink.
I take another hit off the jock. It’s like a drug. I’m high on the scent of a man’s balls. I can’t believe it, but I won’t deny it.
I grab the bottle of lube, pop open the lid, and pour it onto my fingers. It spreads like liquid silk between my fingertips. I reach behind me and spread it across my tight pucker.
Another burst of excitement ripples through me. I’ve never touched myself like this. I give a gentle push against my hole, feel the tight band of muscle. There’s resistance at first. A strange and foreign sensation. But as I push a little firmer, my hole spreads open like lips. Soft and tender, the virgin flesh kisses my fingertip. A little ‘hello,’ welcoming me inside.
I turn my attention to the sex toy. Its bulbous head is smooth and round at the tip. Another hit from Edward’s underwear to calm my nerves.
Ahhh... That’s better.
I drizzle a thick load of lube all over the toy, watch as the crystal clear fluid drips down the sides of the shaft. I hold it in my hand like a magic wand, and aim it toward my tight hole. Not sure what to expect, I apply gentle pressure between my ass cheeks.
Fuuuck...
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a surge of electric current that starts deep between my legs and spreads all through me. The sensation is better than anything I’ve felt stroking my dick. Has my hole been the secret gateway to paradise all along?
There’s tension as I try to ease the head inside me. My hole clenches. I wiggle the toy and gently prod it upward. At once, my muscles relax. A barrier is broken, I feel myself open up and the thick tip slides inside.
Oh, my god. It’s Christmas, my birthday, and the Fourth of July all rolled into one, like a fireworks explosion inside me. It burns and aches, yet tingles so nicely. I hold back and take a deep breath, let my body adjust to the new guest.
Another hit off the deepest crevice of Edward’s jockstrap, then I adjust the grip on the toy and push it inside me once more. This time it slides a little easier. The ache has dulled to a whisper. Like a greedy savage, my body pulls the shaft inside me. My finger flicks against a button on the bottom. A button I didn’t notice. And then the toy buzzes to life.
My new best friend, the stress reliever purrs like a kitten, pulsing sonar waves all through my insides. My eyes roll back in my head, I bite my lip and out rolls a deep sigh of ecstasy. I push the button again, and the humming intensifies.
With my legs spread, I settle onto my back and get comfortable. I hold the toy in my right hand and slowly begin working it in and out of my hole. With my free hand, I spread the jock across my nose and mouth, letting its potent aroma fill my nostrils. The virile scent of Edward consumes me.
I drive the toy deep inside me. It rattles and shakes me to my core. Then its round head slides like a fat tongue against my inner walls, and I’m taken to a new level of ecstasy. I don’t know what I just hit, but it’s like a switch inside me has been activated.
I retreat, pulling the toy back slightly, then push it once again toward this special spot. My nipples harden, and I feel a shudder all through me.
This time, I hold the toy in place, the thick head against this sensitive area. It rumbles against me. My cock weeps tears of joy. I’ve never felt this good in my life.
My entire body’s humming. Something sings deep behind my balls. I take a long hit off my neighbor’s underwear. I’m not even touching my cock but I can feel a climax soaring to the surface.
I push harder with the toy, angle it just right so the vibrations pulse against the magic spot. My quivering fingers brush against the bottom on the toy and crank up the vibrations to level three.
Ohhhmyyyygoddd!!!
The floodgates open. My cock shoots missiles of thick, hot cum in the sky. They land on my skin, one after another, I paint myself with my seed.
When I’ve finally pulsed all the lust out of me, I lift the underwear from my face, scrunch it together in my hand. I can smell my hot neighbor all over my face. He’s all around me like a ghost, the aroma of him mingles with the scent of my release.
I’ve never felt this way about a man before. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, really. I know I need to get back home, get some air, and give myself a little space from a man who makes me weak with desire.
I need to get my head on straight.
CHAPTER 4
The next morning, I wake up to the sound of raindrops against my window. It’s Sunday, and I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down.
Last night when I got home, I tried to get the fantasy out of my head. But all I could think about was taking things further. I want more than a toy and a sweaty jockstrap. I think I want to experience the real thing.
I noticed one of my frat brothers getting out of the shower. His body was wet and gleaming, just like a guy in that painting. The sight of him caused a stirring inside me. Something new is awake.
Imagine a picture taken on an overcast day. It’s not a very interesting picture, the colors are muddy and dull. But you start playing around with filters on that picture. You amp up the contrast, send the saturation through the roof. Now everything is vivid and bright. You see details in that picture differently now. It’s the same scene, but everything has changed. That’s a metaphor for my life.