I woke up feeling the after-effects of what happened that last night... and I felt better than I had in years!
Physically, I'd woken up feeling alive, more energetic and vital than before and could I go so far as to say that I was 100% happy for the first time in such a long while?
I WAS happy!
I was content, satisfied and felt fulfilled and there seemed more reason to be as such than simply for the fact I had pleasured myself to an extent so far unrealised. I hitched a leg up as I lay in bed feeling good about myself and I felt slippery and warm with residual lubricant. I was still tender, I could tell, just by the feverish and worn in feeling around my stretched sphincter.
I ducked an arm under the covers and pleasurably ran my hand in between my buttocks and the used hole felt more like a hot, wet pussy than a tight, straight man's sphincter. I didn't want to tempt fate by filling myself in again before catching another shower, for safety's sake, but I ran my finger around the slippery entrance and it gave way loosely to my touch, tempting me in rather than flinching against me as though I was every other untrustworthy stranger!
I decided it best to get out of bed now before I might not have moved all day long. That was when I felt the pain and it may not have hurt like it could have, had I done something wrong the night before but it was enough to make me worry. Had I gone too far, too fast? Had I stretched myself out of shape in any way?
I didn't want the thought of having to go to work that night my arsehole dropping out of my trouser leg or more realistically crapping myself just by coughing suddenly. I sat there for a long while, subconsciously trying to convince myself that I indeed had heard such a story somewhere before.
It was vague but with my imagination, it was a fear real enough for me to feel anxious over.
I felt the full effect of the way I had abused myself when I sat up and put my feet on the carpet. Right in my saddle I felt as though I had been punched hard and also felt quite bruised. I felt used, even though I had done it to myself and I thought, 'this must be how a slut feels the morning after!'
Yes, I felt fucking fantastic!
I wasn't guilty of anything, I knew I didn't feel ashamed and this was a secret I wouldn't mind knowing for as long as I would continue to indulge myself in the experience. But I knew I wanted a real hard cock to work with soon. I could just imagine myself working one over, taking it in every position. Having someone balls deep inside me, plunging themselves in and out and filling me with...
What the fuck was wrong with me? I laughed as I broke off the thought but couldn't ignore the massive erection it caused me so quickly. I grabbed the dildo and then headed for the shower, feeling my butt cheeks slipping and sliding against each other with every step I took.
The hot jets of water and steam shot down in an endless stream as I stood beneath, very liberally soaping myself up and rinsing myself down. I made sure to wash my face, chest and armpits before soaping my crack and getting deep inside to thoroughly cleanse myself. I then washed the dildo under the hot water with the shower gel, begrudgingly deciding to set it down.
It took about five minutes though before I was lying wet on my bed again, fresh from the shower and driving the greased up little rubber toy deep inside me.
I couldn't help myself, I was out of control. My body trembling and my prostate so exquisitely tender from its previous abusing, I was moaning out loud, shushing from between clenched teeth and enjoying the intense pleasure/pain of an orgasm I never thought possible.
'I can't do this anymore,' I thought to myself. The pleasure was too much, like a drug overdose seconds before sudden death. My heart pounded audibly in my chest and my breathing became so shallow that I felt like I was having a heart attack. Lust was engaging me, almost paralysing me.
I got the most dirty, narcissistic thought in my head and didn't even have to dare myself. Across the room was a tall dressing mirror. I got up, bracing the dildo deep inside and with the muscles inside me, I sucked it up hard and kept it in place, getting up to move the mirror to the wall opposite the foot of my bed. I could feel it moving around inside me, or trying to, pushing up against a now very sensitive part of me.
I sat down at the edge of the bed, seeing myself naked and dripping wet and felt the dildo slide halfway out and then drive back in by itself. By its little rubber balls I held it down and began riding it and seeing this mind-blowing image of myself, fucking my imaginary lover right before me. I was incensed and now possessed by an urge that had somehow made itself second-nature to me overnight.
Driving away at the nice long rubber cock, I gyrated, swivelling my hips and bucked back and forth, trying to feel it deeper; trying to feel it stretch me completely wide open. My own cock was swollen and stiffened hard to bursting point, so then I started to fuck one cock and furiously crank at the other. Before I had come to my senses near the end, I was mindlessly crying out in pleasure between rapid shallow breaths...
I just couldn't come to orgasm having to do all that hard work myself, I had still been exhausted the moment I'd awoken. But every nerve ending in my body was on fire and I trembled like a skyscraper trying to stand above an earth shattering tremor. I collapsed onto my back, unable to go further. But god I felt so good. I swore, if I hadn't found just another vice, this was my fountain of youth; my reason for living from now on at least!
I didn't leave home all afternoon. It took me that long to recover as best as I could!
