It's not easy growing up in a family as strict and religious as mine... For a lot of people, the amount of their personal freedom grows and grows as they get older and more responsible. But with my parents? Even as an 18-year-old, legally an adult, I still got treated like a little kid. Everything was about God and morals and the holy book and it seemed like nothing else mattered. I wasn't allowed to go out very often, I wasn't allowed to curse and I had to go to church every Sunday. It was torture! Every night I would dream about getting out of that house, but my financial situation wasn't exactly perfect. College was supposed to change everything, but I didn't end up getting accepted anywhere, so I basically just hung out around the house, doing small summer jobs, trying to cope.
The worst part for me, as a horny teenager, was obviously the sex. My parents were under the impression that nearly coming too close to a girl before marriage would condemn me to hell forever. Little did they know though that I was attracted to men, instead of girls! I knew that if they ever found out, all hell would break loose. I intended to keep this a secret until I was very, very far and safe from this house, and there was still time for that. Until then, I had to live with the fact that I was a closeted virgin, and just rely on my good old hand to provide the necessary pleasure every night after the rest of the family was asleep.
But the hand slowly stopped being enough for me. I was craving more - much more. When the house was empty, I discovered incredible pleasure just from playing with my hole. I almost managed to make myself cum a couple of times, just from my finger! I knew that there was much more to discover. I've read a lot about prostate massages and the guys' sweet spot on the internet. There were so many things you could order to help! Dildos, butt plugs, prostate massagers... I wanted to try it all.
I had to be careful with ordering something like that to our house, though... My parents were very suspicious of every single package that was delivered to me and insisted on checking all of them because in their minds it was probably going to be drugs or weapons or something. An anal toy would probably be very hard to explain. I knew I had to get my hands on the package before they did, preferably when they were both at work.
I put my plan in motion on a Friday afternoon and placed an online order for one of those small, beginner-sized prostate massagers. I knew it would arrive on Monday - the day when both my parents had to get up extra early for work and would surely miss the mail delivery. I was a little nervous about the mailman possibly coming early, but since we were on the very end of the block, I wasn't too anxious.
The weekend seemed endless, but then the Monday morning finally arrived. I woke up with the sound of the front door being closed - my dad leaving after my mom did, leaving me in the house completely alone. My heart was beating fast when I jumped out of the bed and bolted straight for the front door.
I saw my dad leaving in his car and disappearing behind the block. Great! Now the only thing I had to do was wait for the mailman. I ate breakfast with a raging boner, restless and impatient to try out my new toy. When I heard the mailman's van pulling up at our house, I almost fell off the chair with excitement. Impatient, I went straight for the front door and waited.
I could see through the window in the hallway that it was our regular mailman. I didn't know his name and never spoke to him, but I felt like I've known him better than anyone else. He was by far the biggest star of my wet dreams ever since I started having them! A buff guy with an army buzzcut of blonde hair, stubble on his handsome jaw, sharp eyes and a beefy body filling up that blue uniform perfectly - short-sleeved shirt and shorts, revealing his thick thighs. The fact that he was delivering the tool I was going to fuck myself with was so weirdly hot that there was no chance of calming down my boner until I got off. I saw him coming to our door with the letters and a small package in his hand - only the package was... oh no...
The package was very clearly displaying the prostate massager on the label, together with a big-ass name of the brand and model name right there on the cover! I could see it from a distance! I couldn't believe it - the website promised to use discreet packaging! My forehead started to sweat as I saw the knowing smirk on his face. Everybody knew everybody - if this news traveled all the way to my parents, I was done for!
I heard the creek of the mail slot on our door open and saw the letters coming in. I should mention here that our mail slot was unnecessary thick - a grown man could have easily fit his forearm up in there. It was actually a cause of concern to my parents - my mom was concerned that somebody could use it to open the door and rob us, so we had to lock the front door every night. The mailman probably decided that the relatively small box would fit through and decided to use that instead of our mailbox.
I saw the letters fall on the floor, one by one before I saw the box being wedged through. Red in the face, I grabbed it, but to my shock, the mailman pulled the box back and let the mail slot close itself shut. I was shocked and confused, but I couldn't possibly open the door to reveal that it was me ordering this. Although it seemed like the mailman figured that out already...
"Gotta say, it's a pretty interesting package you've ordered there, kid," I heard a mocking, husky voice behind the door. A cold sweat washed over me and I felt my fingers shaking. What was he doing? Why was he mocking me?
"I... It's a joke gift. For a friend," I stuttered, but the mailman just laughed.
"Yeah, sure thing, buddy. Everyone's got an excuse. There's no sense in hiding that you're one of those guys who like it up the ass."
I stood there, frozen in fear by his intimidating voice. What was going to happen now?
"I'm a pretty good friend of your dad, you know," the mailman continued, his voice carrying an evil tone, "I think the man of the house should know about what kind of mail is being delivered to his home, don't you think?"
