Testing His New Toys

Testing His New Toys

Sitting on his bed, Xander leaned back against the wall, the paint smooth without any hint of peeling. It was a small luxury that he had brought into his life when things had turned around, when he'd finally stood up on his own two feet after leaving his family, and it meant a lot to him. He hadn't left his family entirely, of course, still funnelling money back to support them, but there was a freedom in departing the old, mildew-ridden house with trepidation on his shoulders and pleasure in a clean home.

Just clean. That was all he wanted. And, now, he could keep it however he wanted. More importantly still, he could do whatever he wanted in there and that freedom itself was something he held close to his heart, never anticipating that it was his to keep without him doing anything to either earn or deserve it.

But there were better things to take care of as he slipped down his boxers, not caring to wear them anymore with a smile on his face and an assortment of toys laid out on the bed. They were all from the same store and the fact that they had been delivered in nondescript, brown paper told the tale of their use, though they were of high-quality silicone, one even made from glass and another of smooth, polished wood, carved as if it was intended, in some kinky fashion, to be a sculpture.

He eyed that one tentatively, turning it over in his hands, the point of the faux-shaft tapered to a point that was narrower than that of a human cock. That, however, was the narrowest point of that one and Xander's heart fluttered, skipping a beat, as he imagined taking that monster inside him, though he had perhaps been a little greedy with his eyes when he had bought that one. It was too hard, being carved from wood, to go all that deep without causing harm but he was sure still that there would be a use for it, the polished wood warming to the heat of his body as he slipped down on it, well-lubricated and teasing it as deep as his anal ring was willing to stretch.

Xander's breath caught and he grunted in the back of his throat, his shaft throbbing up, ready and full, thickening against his leg and then rising. The flesh pulled back lightly to partly expose the head, glistening already with his own lubrication, the tantalising lick of pre-cum, although he could not resist a throaty groan too, rolling his head from one shoulder to the other, though that would not possibly release the aura of tension coursing through him.

No... No, only one thing could do that and the tingle of sweat on his skin in the overly warm room (it was winter, after all) heralded the approach of that, rolling onto all fours and positioning himself as if, well... He could let his imagination take the reins on that one! It was his time and his freedom to decide just what was going through his mind, who he imagined slipping into him, though the shaft that he shot a glob of Vaseline onto (all the better for the toys that he had in mind to use first) was to start only, something more akin to the size of a normal human male.

Five inches. Not so bad for a first go and enough to warm him up, the dildo slipped into him easily, not needing extra lubrication on his hole itself. His shaft throbbed but the toy was small enough that his body did not want to react by softening -- such was the way of a measly human body! Xander groaned. It would have been much better, sometimes, to live in a fantasy land where every nuance of sex could be taken in, each moment lasting, though, in reality, that was not the case. There was the coolness of sweat on skin, skin prickling with heat -- and then the toy pushing in to its fullest extent, already there without any big build-up to that one.

And it was not enough. He groaned softly and hung his head, his rough haircut hanging loosely about his face in slivers of pink, only pumping that toy enough times to consider himself warmed-up for the next one. It was hasty, oh yes, but he couldn't help himself, his body trembling for more, hips working back, imagining something, someone, ploughing into him, delivering that sweet pleasure unto him even as his anal passage clenched down, though whether it wanted the intruding length of dildo out or in was another question entirely.

Another. He had to have another.

The first was set aside and the next boasted seven inches: a far more respectable length. The girth was fat too, too thick for him to close his finger and thumb around the circumference, although Xander could not have said either that he had particularly big hands. It would do, even though he could not remember how thick around it was, but that was the beauty of toys: they were designed to bypass what a human's physical capacity could not, even if they distinctly lacked the warmth of a body attached to them, controlling them. He would play alone and that would be time for him without the interruption of another soul, groaning softly as he let it tease into him, the head smoothly rounded silicone and yet with enough firmness to pop in without too much resistance.

A tinge of discomfort was not something to worry about as he added a bit more lube, dropping down to one elbow as he guided the toy inside, panting softly. Although he wanted to arch and clench down, he wanted to take it slowly too, to keep his cock hard and ready, to give himself that pleasure too. Yet he could not stay on all fours, however close he was to it, and rolled clumsily onto his side, laughing softly at his own folly. It was awkward and ungainly but, damn it, it would just have to do as he let his lust carry him on, pumping and grinding the toy slowly and lustfully into a hole that was very willingly stretching to accommodate it.

Ah, but that toy could not be enough either, even if it was larger than the majority of males on the planet already. For self-pleasure, it was something more that he needed, grunting and whimpering, lips pressed together, letting his weight carry him all the way over onto his back for easy access. It was harder to engage his muscles to hold his legs up in such a position, knees bent up as if towards his chest, but sex wasn't meant to be an easy feat, sweat dampening the bed sheets under his back. That toy eased out and he took his time lubing up the third, a thick length that he thought was about ten inches, though it was really the fat girth that he was interested in.

That one was better designed with a narrower tip that, at the very least, would help pry him open, his breath catching as it teased into him. Just one centimetre at a time: that was all he needed. There, it could come and it could absolutely take as long as it needed to, bit by bit, easing into him, the stretch divine. His anal ring twitched around it as if it was about to tease into an edge of pain but he managed to relax in the nick of time, cheeks puffing out with an exhale as he calmed himself, relaxing every last muscle in his body that he could, all for the delicious end goal of letting that shaft ease up deeper and deeper inside him.

It was all he could do. It didn't have to be hastened along, as much as he lusted for it, his free hand grasping his own cock, closing around it firmly. Xander may have been a little embarrassed with a partner as to just how much his fingers trembled but the passion of it was there to stay, thrumming up thickly and headily, his sense and clutch on reality wavering.

How much of the dildo was left to go in? Blue silicone held no charm on its own but it was the delight that the penetration gave that made him grunt, trying to arch his back and yet not finding that, in that moment, he had the strength in his body to do so. Deeper and deeper, the tease continued, curling tastings of pleasure through him, heated prickles coursing through his body with each and every pump of his heart.

And then it was in, the whole thing -- and yet he still knew that there were larger toys to come, ones that would have to tease up even deeper inside him, bypassing far what a male passage like his was, at least somewhat, able to accommodate. Ah, but that would mean he'd have to be careful and being careful was not always his style. The stretch of his entrance, however, and the interior was something else entirely, widening more and more as he pumped that shaft, grinding it up as deep as he could possibly get it all for that stomach-jolting curl of pleasure, something shifting inside him.

It needed to come and there was only one toy that would do the trick for him. His eyes set on a purple-skinned shaft, complete with veins, just enough for an added little touch of pleasure that could be, well... Xander whimpered, lips pressed close together, the sound escaping on one, little breath that he had not intended to let out.

That one... That one he did not want to measure. It was not as large as the polished wood dildo that could have well have functioned as a doorstop but it was big enough to send a shiver of worry down his spine, though he would not have quite have said that it was fear. The toys were replaced as if in a dream, the new one lubricated, though nothing would have been enough for what, in his eyes, would be the largest cock he'd ever taken in toy form. It glided up to his anal ring as if with a lover's kiss, brushing his hole, though it was cruder in how it pushed inside.

The strain thrummed through and yet he could not stop himself from moaning, trying to hump and grind, furiously pumping his cock. It was too much, all too much, and yet he had to find some way that he could bear through it, eyes open and glassy with pleasure, his body primed for that ultimate ecstasy. Everything had to come through and his body strained to take it deeper and deeper, so long that it seemed like it took an age to bottom out, his aching hole yearning around it, striving to close down where there was absolutely nowhere at all for it to go.

And then orgasm rose up, a thrum and a spurt, cum painting his stomach as he desperately jacked off, though he thought, in hindsight, that he would have been more than able to get off hands-free if the thought had come to him a little earlier. But that was a pleasure to be undertaken at another time as he howled out his delight, not caring if there was anyone there to hear him, hips working, hand pumping, that colossal shaft stretching him out and out and out like nothing else had before. The silicone had enough give to it so that there was no pain but, oh, the stretch -- there was nothing at all like that stretch!

A high had its lows too, even if a low was simply the return to neutral, panting heavily as he came down, though his lips already quirked in a smile, his lubricant-soaked anal passage begging for more, wanting more. He had the whole day, after all, to while away on his pleasures and things could come as much or as little as they wanted to, the toy still within him, though he would need a break after that interlude. Yet a respite meant that he could come back all the more lustfully, taking his time to tease out all that he had ever wanted to experience in the passion of self-pleasure and more.

Panting softly, Xander's lips curved up in a grin, eyes half-lidded, barely seeing the room around him.

Besides, it was good to know where his limits lay...