Waking up this morning wasn't the most fun I've ever had. It felt like I had a hangover in my ass. My entire lower half was sore. I felt a lot better than I did yesterday after some rest. Thinking about yesterday made me horny, too. That, and I had just woken up. What guy isn't horny when the wake up? I probably got off twice this morning just on the thought of how good I felt yesterday. I was thinking about Vic all morning, and that's how I found myself in Spencer's. The back of the store, to be more specific.
The back was filled with all kinds of sex objects and clothes. My hand wasn't much use this morning. Even though I had gotten off, I wanted that feeling back. I wanted the feeling of Vic in me again. That's the reason I was there. Looking for a substitute, I guess. It was way harder than I thought it was going to be. I thought I could come in, get a toy, and leave. Turns out, it's not that simple. As I walked down the aisles of toys, I saw that there were all types of dildos. Larger ones, smaller ones, all different colored ones, and some vibrated and turned. I had no clue there were that many to pick from, and, to be honest, it was a little intimidating.
I scanned the shelves, looking for one that was about the size of Vic. His wasn’t huge, but he wasn't small, either. There were so many that it was a little overwhelming. After another minute or two, I spotted a nice purple one on the shelf. I walked over to it and looked at the box, scanning over all the features: seven inches, five vibration settings, and about one and a quarter inches wide. Damn, they get specific. Even though purple wasn't the manliest color—like buying a dildo was manly anyway—it was good and not too expensive.
As I paid, the cashier didn't even seem phased. She did ask for my ID, though. I was twenty-four, but I seemed to look about seventeen. Sometimes looking young was difficult when no one believed your real age, especially when you want alcohol or, in my case, a sex toy.
After proving my age, she went on about her job. I guess the cashier was used to people buying all sorts of things. In general, this store was pretty much a sex shop. The front had shirts, piercings, and even CDs, but the back was a whole other world. I paid, and the box containing my new toy was placed in a solid black bag. Something, I'm assuming, was for privacy. I left the store feeling a little weird about it. I wasn't paying attention when I ran into someone.
"Kellin?" an oddly familiar voice asked. I lifted my head to see that it was just Justin. He's a long time friend of mine, but can be a real prick sometimes.
"Oh, hey, Justin. I didn't see you, sorry." I shot him a light smile, feeling a little awkward after just buying a dildo.
"No worries. What did you buy at Spencer's?" He grinned at me. My eye widened a little, looking down at the bag. "Something for your lady friend, I hope?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Um... y-yeah. Just something. And a shirt," I said, adding a random shirt comment, trying not to sound too weird.
"Sweet, dude." Justin pat my shoulder. "Wanna get something to eat real quick? It's my break." I didn't know he worked in the mall.
"Yeah, sure," I replied. He led us through the halls and to the cafeteria. For the most part, it was a normal conversation station. Well, for him. I kept zoning out, thinking about the toy in my bag and how I wanted to use it so badly. About 20 minutes later, Justin had to go back to work. Finally. It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I was just getting really horny thinking about Vic and the toy.
I was eager to get home. I caught myself speeding a couple times, but luckily the roads around my house were mostly empty. I pulled in my driveway and parked. I made sure the car doors were locked and then quickly went into my house and straight to my bedroom. I threw the bag on the bed and slowly started undressing so that I was just in boxers. I sat in the middle of the bed and lightly palmed my slowly growing erection. I took the toy from the bag and box, then threw the trash on the floor.
I examined the purple dildo. It seemed to be about the right size, I thought as I looked it over. The shape of it was so real that I kind of wondered who came up with the idea of dildos. Probably a horny chick. It then started randomly buzzing. I jumped at first before realizing that I'd accidentally hit the on button. I turned it off and set the toy next to me before I got the lube out from my dresser. I took my boxers off, then made myself comfortable on the bed and placed a large pillow behind my back.
I closed my eyes and started lightly touching my chest. My thoughts drifted to the prostitute: the way he touched me, his firm hand rubbing up and down my sides; the way he kissed me, with lust and passion, but gently, making me feel a little more comfortable.
My hands stroked my thighs close to my dick, teasing myself a little. I slowly started stroking my dick. My lips parted a little, and I let out a small moan. I was already really hard from today. I stopped after a few strokes, almost forgetting about lube. I poured some in my hand and coated my member with it. I instantly moaned and rolled my head back from the feeling of the cool liquid. I made sure I squeezed in all the right spots and ran my thumb over the slit, the spot where I was most sensitive.
My hand started moving lower to my balls and cradled them light before holding a finger at my entrance. I'd never done it myself before, so I was nervous. I hooked my left hand under my thigh and held it tightly so that I had more access and something to grab onto. I took a deep breath, then pushed my middle finger in. I gasped at the intrusion. I was still a little sore from yesterday, but it felt better than it had the first time. I pushed and pulled it in and out a couple times before slowly inserting my second finger. I did it a little slower than I had before until the slight pain subsided. It felt so weird having my own fingers inside me, but it kind of felt good, too. Once it started to feel even better, I let out a breathy moan.
Once I felt that I was stretched enough—at least, I hoped I was—I lubed up the vibrator and turned it on. I ran it along my length, feeling amazing. I gripped onto the toy and my dick at the same time, pumping slowly. The vibrations sent pleasure through my body. I moaned loudly and then stopped, just wanting it in me. I turned it off so that it would be easier to enter. I held my breath and slowly pushed it in. It didn't feel as bad as it had yesterday, just a bit more sore. I let myself get used to the feeling before starting to move it in and out. I gripped my thigh, moving the toy in and out a little faster. My breathing got heavier, and I let out a moan. I let my leg go and grabbed my hard member, then started pumping it. I continued to move the toy in and out of myself.
I flipped the switch on the vibrator, making it buzz. It felt really weird. The buzzing inside of me was strange, but it felt really, really good. Tiny waves of pleasure shot through my body, going straight to my dick. I pressed the toy farther into me. My head rolled back against the pillows, and I moaned out loudly as the buzzing toy hit that sensitive spot inside me.
"Ugh, fuck," I moaned and bit my bottom lip, arching my back off the bed. I stroked my dick faster, squeezing a little tighter and adding more pressure to the tip. The buzzing and my hand sent all types of pleasure through my body. I was a moaning, writhing mess on my bed.
I let go of the vibrator on that one spot and switched my hands, pumping faster as I felt the familiar hot pool in my gut. With a few more strokes and my thumb brushing my tip, I came hard on my stomach, moaning out Vic’s name and arching my back in ecstasy. I pumped myself through my orgasm and slowly stopped. The vibrator was still inside me, pressed against that one spot, keeping me in a pleasure-filled daze. I finally pulled out the toy and turned it off. I was breathing heavy, and a thin layer of sweat covered my body.
I pushed a few sweaty hairs from my face and sat up, wiping my mess from my stomach. That was probably the best masturbating orgasm I've ever had. I cleaned up and took a quick shower, letting my muscles relax in the hot water. After I stepped out and dried myself off, I went back in my room and laid down, turning on the T.V. I watched a little, and then my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. It was Justin.
“Hey, Justin,” I said, answering the phone.
“Hey, Kells. Me and Jack are getting together tomorrow to hang out, and we were wondering if you’d like to come?”
“Um... yeah, sure, why not?” I answered, smiling. Not that they could see me, anyway.
“Sweet. We’ll meet at the coffee shop near my house at about three?”
“Yeah, sure, sounds good. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
We said our last goodbyes and hung up the phone. Well, tomorrow should be fun. I say that only a little sarcastically. I like Justin and Jack, but sometimes they tend to be a little too out there. Justin by himself is cool, but with others, he can be a real ass. But they're my friends, so I keep them around. I just hope they don't find out about Vic.
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