Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
THEN
May, Sophomore Year
T he problem with having a regular sex life and then going into a sex slump was that Zayn still wanted to get off, and as great as his hand and fingers could be, he was finding himself… constrained by instrumental limitations.
He eyed the discreet brown box he’d set on his bed after it’d been delivered a few hours earlier, then turned back to his Galactic Astronomy textbook. Finals were in a few weeks, and he needed to finish this assignment so he could study for them.
Tapping his pencil against his desk, he forced himself to read the chapter on collisions and mergers, but no matter how many times he reread it, his brain refused to process the words on the page. He kept getting distracted by a section about galaxies colliding after multiple close encounters, their trajectories and gravitational interactions altering, drawing them closer and closer.
He swallowed and glanced over at the box. Had it gotten bigger? It certainly seemed to be taking up more space in the room than before.
No, he was imagining things. Boxes didn’t get bigger.
And he hadn’t given up on dating, exactly; he’d simply had his whole college sexual awakening already. He’d done his experimenting, tried most of what he’d wanted to try, and now knew what he liked and didn’t.
It’d been fun. Enjoyable. But nothing more than that. He’d had a whole series of sort-of boyfriends. None had been what he was looking for, but that was okay. A lot of people didn’t date. Aiden had never mentioned anything about a boyfriend. Though, given how gorgeous he was, he’d easily get anyone he wanted. He probably hooked up regularly and just didn’t tell Zayn the details.
Was that what he always did on full moons? Some weird moonlit orgy? It was about as plausible as Zayn’s other theories to explain Aiden’s repeated absences.
Zayn shook his head and tried to concentrate. Homework. He had homework to do.
Galactic collisions occurred slowly, two or more galaxies first brushing up against each other, gravitational forces pulling them together, causing their particles to mingle and unite. And then, depending on their sizes, on their angles and velocities, it might end with a complete and total merger, bursts of stars forming as they succumbed to those intense tidal interactions.
He sighed. Maybe he wasn’t feeling Galactic Astronomy at the moment. That was fine. He had other subjects to study.
The box taunted him from his bed as he grabbed his Stellar Astrophysics textbook and flipped it open to the reading assignment. He didn’t need to think about the box or Aiden or anything other than his homework.
This week they were covering chapter eight, which was on… pulsating stars and their rhythmic expansions and contractions, how hot and big they were, how they pulsed at different rates. A star might contract under the tight clench of gravity, becoming hotter and brighter until the nuclear reaction in its core created enough energy to expand it, swelling it larger, filling the empty, aching space around it, only to be clenched tight by gravity again.
He dropped his head to the desk and groaned. Why couldn’t he focus? Why was his brain fixating on the largest box in the known universe looming in his peripheral vision?
Fine. There was no helping it. He’d take care of the reason he couldn’t study, then finish his homework. That was clearly the most logical thing to do in this situation.
He peeked at the box. Yeah. Logical. That was what he’d do.
Aiden was out for the day. Why not test his hypothesis that he’d study better after a short break? In fact, he was certain he’d find sufficient evidence to support his claims.
He stood and picked up the box, but when he opened it, he frowned at the toy inside. The product information had claimed it was a ‘Highly realistic experience! Lifelike quality!’ This was not that. Not even close.
Since when had any erection been all one color? And particularly this color? Like someone had melted a bunch of peach crayons and remolded them into a penis and testicles. If a person’s lower anatomy looked like this in real life, he might suggest they see a urologist. It could not be healthy.
He pulled out the product box, his brow furrowing when he removed the dildo and found it to be far from the promised ‘true-to-life’ silicone feel. While it wasn’t hard plastic, it also wasn’t fooling anyone.
Oh well. He’d bought it, he might as well give it a try.
Even though Aiden wasn’t home, Zayn felt the need to sneak to the bathroom to give the toy and himself a thorough wash, like Aiden would pop out of nowhere and ask him what he was hiding under his shirt.
When he got back to his room, he shut the door and stripped. Air whispered over his skin, and he shivered.
It was time to see if this thing performed better than it looked.
As he settled onto his bed, nervous excitement fluttered in his chest. He’d experimented with his sort-of boyfriends, but he’d never used a toy before—an oversight on his part. With Aiden gone, he had plenty of time to explore this new acquisition without interruptions.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the lube out of his nightstand, slicked up his fingers, and brought them to his hole, teasing his entrance. He trailed over the sensitive skin with a light touch.
Aiden had the prettiest hands. His fingers were long and thick, but he was so careful when he was handling delicate equipment. Zayn bit his lip as he sank two fingers into his ass. They weren’t nearly thick enough for what he wanted, but he pushed them in and out while he jerked himself off with his other hand.
He kept his preparations to a minimum, then spread lube on the toy and lined it up, its silicone tip nudging against him.
With a deliberate, careful motion, he pushed the cool toy against his entrance, feeling it breach his rim. The initial stretch faded as he adjusted to the intrusion.
It felt disconnected and impersonal. Obviously. Every time he’d been in this position before, he’d had a warm body on top of him, and this was a sad replacement for the throbbing heat of another person pressing into him. Looking down and seeing the unnatural peachy length disappearing inside him didn’t help matters.
He closed his eyes and pumped the toy in and out, trying to enjoy the unfamiliar sensation. There were benefits; he could admit that much. It penetrated deeper than his fingers, and its rigidity offered a novel stimulation to his prostate. The girth was decent—enough for a pleasant stretch, but not so much it was trying to bisect him.
How thick was Aiden? He had to be thicker than this. Likely longer too. The most worn of his sweatpants hinted at that much.
Anytime they were near each other, warmth all but radiated off Aiden. How would it feel to have Aiden on him, in him, stretching him open?
A moan slipped past Zayn’s lips, visceral images flashing behind his eyes. Aiden thrusting into him, his strong arms enveloping him, holding him close. Their panting breaths mingling as they gasped into each other’s mouths, Aiden’s heat sinking into him, their sweat-slick bodies moving together in a cosmic dance.
Zayn wrapped a hand around himself and stroked in time to the fantasy. Aiden moving in him, grinding into him, taking him in an unyielding rhythm, bringing him to the edge. As the scene played in his mind, he quickened his pace, his strokes becoming more purposeful.
He clenched on the toy as he came, barely choking back a cry of Aiden’s name, his hips jerking, pleasure coursing through him.
Then he collapsed onto the bed, panting and staring up at the ceiling. The hard silicone was unpleasant in his ass, so he slid it out.
Well, that had been a decent orgasm—better than the majority he’d had with most of his sort-of boyfriends—but it hadn’t been thanks to this thing.
On the plus side, he didn’t feel as guilty over fantasizing about Aiden while using the toy. Sure, he still felt bad, but it wasn’t compounded by the fact that he was doing it while he was with someone else. He’d have to find a toy he enjoyed at least as much as his fantasies, though that might be a tall order.
Grabbing a tissue, he wiped himself down before pulling on his clothes. He should clean himself and the toy up again.
He opened his bedroom door, then immediately slammed it shut.
Oh, crap. When had Aiden gotten home?
He cracked his door open, peering down the hall into the living room. Yep. That was Aiden sitting on their couch, a pillow in his lap as he scrolled on his phone.
“Hey,” Zayn said, his voice high-pitched and strangled. “How long have you been home?”
“Uh. Um. Now? Like, a minute ago. Max.” Aiden was looking everywhere but Zayn. “Definitely not any longer than that.”
“Oh. That’s cool. Totally cool. Thanks!” Zayn retreated into his room.
Okay then. He’d clean up later. After Aiden was asleep. Yeah. That was the best plan.
He winced.
Note for future experiments: make absolutely, absolutely sure Aiden was not coming home anytime soon.
But for now, he was going to distract himself from what had just happened.
As he eyed the dildo, with its bizarre peachy color and disappointing lack of realism, an idea hit him. He knew what he could do. He pulled up the product page and stared at it.
How did one rate a sex toy? There were several factors that should be included. Cost, feel, appearance, usability, packaging, quality of materials, experience of use… He outlined the necessary elements for a thorough review. Of course he’d start with a clear and concise title. That was easy.
The Disappointment of Over-promised Realism: Insights and Observations
Then he needed a good abstract with an overview of his key findings, an introduction to the product itself, perhaps with some supplementary materials—photographs of the packaging and toy to show its true appearance as opposed to the manufacturer’s promotional images. That should be followed by his methods of testing, the results, a thorough discussion of the relevant factors, and a solid conclusion.
Yeah, that sounded like a proper review. It wouldn’t take long, and people should be informed before they spent money on an inferior toy.
He nodded to himself and got to work, his fingers flying over the keyboard until he hit the last paragraph.
Conclusion
While this toy provided some measure of assistance, allowing me to achieve orgasm, it was an overall lackluster experience. Two stars. And not even a good two stars. We aren't talking about the Albireo binary system here. It's much more Struve 2398 level. You'll have to put in more work to find your target object than can truly be justifiable at this price.
He skimmed through what he’d written and nodded again. This was precisely the kind of review he would have wanted to see before purchasing this toy. Hopefully it would help future customers avoid making the same mistake he’d made.
But when he went to copy it into the review box, it got cut off by the character limit. Only a quarter of his review fit, the formatting was all wrong, and he couldn’t upload his supplementary materials.
Fine. He’d host the review elsewhere and post his abstract to the product page with a link to the full text for those who wished to know more about his methodology and conclusions. That wouldn’t be difficult to do.
A half hour later, he was the brand-new owner of his very own blog. InZayn Reviews: For Reviews of Everything In Zayn.
Perfect.
He let out a satisfied sigh and closed the browser. An afternoon well spent educating people.
Then his eyes landed on his textbooks. Oh crap. That was right. He had homework he was supposed to be doing and finals to study for.
At least now he’d be able to focus.
In the morning, he was surprised to find four comment notifications and that half a dozen people had subscribed to his blog. He hadn’t realized they could do that, but apparently, they’d be getting emails whenever he posted something, and the comments were encouraging.
Anonymous:
Ripping shit apart scientifically. NICE. Can't wait for the next one. I'm going to share this with my friends.
Anonymous:
i need more of this in my life. please tell me you'll be doing more reviews?
Anonymous:
WHAT'S STRUVE 2398????
Anonymous:
Next time, include pictures of your 'methodology' with your supplementary materials.
Zayn frowned. He didn’t know how he felt about that. Anyone could view this blog. It didn’t seem like a good idea to post pictures like that publicly. If he were to post that sort of thing, he’d want a way to limit access to make sure everyone was of legal age at the very least. Hmm. For now, he’d stick to this format, though he might consider it in the future.
But first, he should order a few more toys and see how it went.