Chapter Three - 3. The Substitute #2
Once in bed, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, I inspected the toy, wrapping my fingers around the girth. Maybe it was too big. Now that I was looking at it up close, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get it inside me.
But Taylor had done it. Yes, it had been uncomfortable at the beginning, but the pleasure was worth it.
Fuck it. I’d spent the money, I’d waited patiently for it to arrive, and now there was nothing else to do but try it out.
I squirted a generous amount of lube all over the toy, focusing especially on the blunt head.
I slicked up my fingers too, and reached down, ignoring my hardening dick.
Instead, I pressed my fingers against my entrance and rubbed slow circles.
Deep breaths. My heart rate was picking up, either from excitement or nervousness or both.
I couldn’t let myself get overwhelmed, though. I had to stay in the mood.
Sexy thoughts, Archie. Think sexy thoughts.
That wasn’t very hard. Getting fucked. Getting pounded. Watching my cock leak all over my tummy. Being stretched out and filled up, and I was definitely not thinking about the person doing the fucking. This fantasy was all about me.
I eased a finger inside myself and took a moment to adjust, then added another, feeling around the walls.
After taking my fingers out before they got cramped, I picked up the toy, pressing the head against my hole, and — okay, it was definitely way bigger than two fingers.
I forced myself to relax, taking deep breaths as I slowly pushed the dildo into me.
Only when about two inches were in did I realise how hard I was gritting my teeth. This was difficult. Why was it so difficult? It had been easy with Taylor. He just pushed in, and it was like my body opened up for him.
Right now, I wasn’t hurting, exactly, but I was sweating, and not in a sexy way. This didn’t feel like it had that night — like puzzle pieces slotting together just right. No, this felt like I was pushing a foreign object into my asshole.
Fuck’s sake. I wasn’t about to be defeated. I just needed to get more of the toy into me, and hit that sweet spot.
Sexy thoughts, sexy thoughts, sexy thoughts, I repeated internally as I pressed the toy in deeper.
What kind of sexy thoughts? I imagined a pretty girl with perky breasts, but that image dissolved, replaced with broad shoulders and defined arms. Ink black hair, sweaty at the roots.
A long, thick cock, pink and swollen at the tip —
Another inch of the toy slid into me, and my eyes snapped open as I felt that familiar pressure, making my previously wilting cock begin to stiffen.
Fucking finally.
The sensation was nice, but I wasn’t in the mood to enjoy it. I needed to come. Adjusting my grip on the base of the dildo, I thrust it in and out of me, my abs tightening with each movement. It was good. Really good.
Five minutes later, though, my wrist hurt and I needed more. I looked down at the obscene sight of the silicone object pushed inside of me. My eyes caught on the suction base.
I looked around my room. No where on my bed would work. I needed a flat surface.
“Fuck’s sake,” I muttered a few minutes later, crouching by my plastic desk chair as I wiped the surface with cleaning wipes. Why was it so goddamn hard to have a wank? This orgasm better be worth it.
Once the chair was clean, I stuck the dildo on, then gave my poor dick a few strokes to get it fully hard again. Not long now. Once I came, I’d finally be able to relax and go to sleep.
I swung a leg over the chair so I was hovering over it, facing the back, and slowly lowered myself until it was completely burrowed inside, forcing a low groan out of me.
Swallowing, I rose an inch, then sank down on the chair. My eyelids fluttered close as the dildo pressed against my prostate, sending electric sparks through my body.
Shit.
I lost all semblance of patience or self-control. Hands tight on the back of the chair, I rode the toy like my life depended on it, unable to stop myself from whimpering. My cock bounced all over the place, leaking pre-cum, and I wrapped one hand around it.
This was good. Really good. Sure, it wasn’t the same as having a warm body against you, hearing their unsteady breaths, looking into their eyes —
Don’t fucking think about that, Archie.
My chair was thudding against the floor, but it was probably muffled by the carpet, and in any case, I didn’t care. I clenched my jaw so I wouldn’t moan loudly, but it was hard to think too deeply when I was chasing an orgasm, which was growing inside of me, making the muscles in my thighs spasm…
Oh, god —
I sank down on the toy and shot everywhere, white painting my fingers and landing on the back of the chair. I couldn’t move for what felt like hours, shivering as the sensation rolled through me, then slowly faded away.
Carefully, I climbed off the toy, wincing at how empty I felt without it. God, I was a mess. Sticky and wet with cum and lube and my hole felt tender and even my dick sort of hurt from how roughly I was stroking it.
Worth it, though.
I hastily cleaned up the mess I made, then collapsed on my bed, falling asleep immediately.