My new dildo and I were in a stare-off. Or at least that was what it felt like.
The thing was both realistic and weirdly fake. Flesh-colored silicone with prominent veins, a flared head, and wrinkled balls made it look like a real dick, but the feel was off. The outside was soft, but the shaft was inflexible and rigid, and the black twist cap under the balls for the batteries looked strange.
Jax had been right. The dildo was smaller than the average dick at four and a half inches tall, and slender, about the girth of two of my fingers.
I’d put batteries in it and turned it on to see how it worked, and the fucker was loud. It barely wiggled on the lowest speed, and the highest one made the entire thing bounce on my desk comically. I wanted to try it, but the sound and extremes in the speed made me wary.
The frat meeting had ended just over an hour ago, and I’d spent the entire time sitting in the corner, bored out of my mind and trying not to think about the toy waiting for me at home. Thank fuck the only responsibility I had at meetings was as a seat warmer because I couldn’t remember a single thing that had been brought up.
I poked at the toy, the cold silicone both soft and hard under my skin.
Would it feel good? The rigidity of it freaked me out. My finger had hurt a bit when I’d tried again in the shower this morning. I’d managed to find my prostate, but the angle had been off, and as I’d rubbed it, I’d only felt the briefest spark of pleasure.
Maybe I needed to try it another way.
Leaving the dildo on my desk, I grabbed my phone and stood. A quick check of the door reassured me I’d locked it, and I lay on my bed.
I unlocked my phone, went to my hidden folder, and opened the Internet. I scrolled through the dozen or so browsers I’d left open so I didn’t have to bookmark whatever porn clip I wanted to revisit later.
None of them interested me. I’d looked up pegging porn the other day, but it hadn’t done anything for me. Maybe I should watch some solo guy stuff. See how they got themselves off.
I opened a new browser, then went to my favorite clip site. I typed “fingering” into the search bar, and page after page of straight and lesbian clips filled my screen.
Trying again, I added “gay” to the search. That was better. I scrolled through the thumbnails. Most were solo videos, but a few had partners in them.
My gaze landed on one that had “compilation” in the title. I usually watched those over full clips. I got bored when a video went on for more than a few minutes. I didn’t particularly like watching the sex part of porn; it was the orgasms I enjoyed.
And not just women coming. Seeing a guy nut all over a girl was hot, and more than once, I’d found myself focusing on the male model and not the girl he was fucking. But all guys did that, right?
I tapped the clip and waited for the prompt to skip the ad. The opening scene was a buff guy lying on a bed, his legs spread wide as another guy roughly slammed his fingers inside his ass. It looked like it should have been painful, but the guy wasn’t hating life. His moans and the way his abs flexed were weirdly sexy.
Maybe it was his build. Fitness was a huge part of my life, and I could appreciate the hard work that went into achieving that physique.
My stomach swooped as the guy raised his legs, opening himself up to his partner. Maybe it was the taboo aspect of what I was seeing? Guys were supposed to be the aggressors, not lie back and let someone else pleasure them. I’d never seen a guy in this position before. Was it weird? Did he feel vulnerable and exposed?
His partner gripped his dick and stroked it as he fingered him, moving in tandem. That probably felt good. A guy would know exactly how to grip it, how to stroke, the little details most girls didn’t quite understand.
I’d always preferred a strong grip and rough strokes but had never found a girl who’d been able to match what I craved, even when I’d tried to coach them.
How would it feel to just lie back and let someone go to town on me like that? The concept was strange, but my cock chubbed up as I focused on the clip. The guy who was doing the fingering was hard and leaking almost as much as the one he was pleasuring.
I’d never really thought about it before, but I was a visual person by nature, and the idea of being able to see my partner’s arousal was interesting. Would feeling a hard dick against my thigh or stomach be as hot as seeing one?
The guy arched his back, his legs high and spread wide. His face was twisted up in what looked like pain, his neck muscles corded, and his skin flushed red as he let out a hoarse cry, his deep voice hitting me right in the chest.
He came hard, his hips bucking and twisting as he shot all over his stomach and chest. His partner jerked him through it, praising him and telling him all sorts of sexy things like how hot he looked and how good he felt.
My cock throbbed. The clip switched to another video. A guy about my age and my build was on his knees, a strange-looking contraption behind him. A dildo was fixed on the end of a rod that was pistoning it in and out of him. A fucking machine?
I stared in fascination as the guy moaned and cried out, pushing back on the toy. His dick was rock hard and slapped against his stomach, a trail of precum dripping from the tip.
Shit. Maybe a toy could feel good. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my sleep pants and gripped my cock. I was hard and leaking, my skin hot and tacky with precum. My balls tingled and drew up. God damn. I hadn’t even stroked, and I was already close.
What the fuck?
I squeezed my base, not done with my experiment. The guy on the screen shuddered and came without touching his dick.
Holy shit. That was possible?
I slid my hand up my length and bit my lip hard, using the pain to distract myself.
A new clip loaded. A guy about my age was on his hands and knees, his ass toward the camera as the person filming slid two fingers in and out of his ass. The angle showed everything, including the bright yellow G-string underwear he was wearing.
The material looked soft and had a slight texture to it, almost like lace but not quite. I’d never seen a guy wear anything like it, and something about the sight made my breath quicken.
They made lingerie for guys?
The material had been pushed aside, and as much as I wanted to keep looking at it, I zeroed in on his hole and how it swallowed those thick fingers.
I’d never really thought about a dude’s asshole before, but it was weirdly appealing. The guy was slender but blond like me. His balls were high and tight, his dick hanging down as he jerked it. He was grunting in pleasure, the low, masculine sounds so damn sexy I had to let go of my dick so I didn’t come.
The guy behind him stopped moving his hand, and the other guy pushed back on them, fucking himself as he jerked off. My dick throbbed and blood rushed south.
Fuck, I needed to come.
I grabbed my dick and stroked hard and fast, my eyes glued to my phone. The guy in the video let out a strangled scream and came hard.
My breathing hitched, and my lower body tightened, my orgasm right there under the surface. He dropped his chest to the bed, showing off a matching bralette. The sight of his cum dripping down the pretty material was too much. I slammed my eyes closed as my orgasm tore out of me, my mind flickering in and out of reality as pleasure consumed every part of my being.
The muffled sounds of someone grunting brought me back to reality, and I blinked at the ceiling. Still holding my spent cock with one hand, I grabbed my phone with the other and clumsily hit the power button to turn it off.
I’d just had one of the strongest orgasms of my life from jerking off to gay porn. And more than that, to a guy in lingerie.
What the actual fuck?
I’d started this experiment to hopefully get some tips on technique and figure out how to use the damn dildo Jax had ordered for me, but the toy had been the furthest thing from my mind, and I sure as shit hadn’t been paying attention to technique or taking notes.
What the fuck did any of this mean?
