Reading week (part 2)...

Kyle stepped into the bathroom, and I put some porn on my computer. I mean, it wasn’t like we were having intimate, personal sex together, we were going to jack off with our new toys, and it’d be nice to have some good steamy sex going on in front of us. Besides, with the sex from the night before, I wasn’t exactly eager to have a repeat performance.

With both of us lubed up and ready to go, I grabbed my stimulator and slid it into my ass. It’s not a big thing, so I had no trouble getting it in, and immediately it felt good. It rubbed my prostate, releasing that great feeling, and quickening my pulse. I reached for the control, and clicked it on…

The vibrator came to life, sending waves into my ass, and causing me to let out some pretty good moans. Kyle looked at me and started to laugh, and I shot him a pissed off glance (or as best as I could with my eyes rolling up in my skull). He had noooo idea how good this was. Another click, and I was on #2, massaging my cock and the wand in my ass.

Somewhere along the line Kyle had started putting his butt plug in. I asked if he’d had anything in there before, and got the standard reply of ‘a finger or two’. I made sure he had enough lube, and told him to relax and let his muscles ease open. He did, and after a few minutes he had most of it in. I tried explaining how it might hurt the inner ring of the anus when he passed it over the last big part of the plug, and to just slide it out or let it sit when he felt tingling or pain. He was really good about it, and finally popped the whole thing in, and began to jerk off.

Meanwhile, I had moved up to #3, and was feeling pretty fine. The vibrations were strong but not intense, and it felt great to slide the wand ever so slightly across the inner part of my ass. Finally, I went to #4, and felt my balls start to well. Kyle put a hand on my abs, and laughed.

“Dude, you can feel that thing inside you!” he said, which I’m sure was fascinating to him, but very irrelevant to me at that moment.

I came hard, but not with as much volume as I’d predicted. I sat a moment longer, slowing the vibrator down a click at a time, until it was finally off. We cleaned ourselves up, I went to give the toys a wash in my sink, and we were off to Lisa’s for dinner.

Wednesday was more touristy things, another movie, this time Dr.No, playing at the Bloor Cinema. I love the Bloor, it plays all sorts of classics, and it’s so much fun to see old movies on actual film through an actual projector. True, the print was a bit faded, and sometimes scratched to all hell, but it’s still great. Unfortuantely the immature audience that was attracted to a James Bond movie couldn’t stop laughing whenever either a trademark line was uttered or scratches danced across Sean Connery’s torso.


While walking around later, we crossed paths again with the Stag Shop (though this time not the Church St. location), and I jokingly told Lisa to go in and buy a vibrator.

“Well, I’d get one, if I was having sex. But I’m not, so I don’t want to buy one yet.”

So I suggested she get a clitoral vibrator and buzz the hell out of herself without insertion. She laughed at first, but turned and went into the store. We browsed for a while, finally giving up and heading out the door again. But when we hit the street, she said that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea that she bought one after all…which was the reason we’d gone in the first place, but she obviously hadn’t totally grasped that part.

That evening I had made plans away from my guest, since he and Lisa had also made separate arrangements. But theirs were cancelled, so the three of us went to a jazz bar to meet with a high school friend of mine. It worked out quite well, because I talked to my friend, while Lisa and Kyle chatted across from us. Nobody felt left out, but it wasn’t like we had to encourage conversation between people.

I was pretty drunk by the time Kyle and I landed back in the apartment. I was tired, and quite frankly, less and less interested in having any more sex with him. I told him that I really didn’t want to that night, but come Thursday morning we’d have some fun before packing him up and sending him home.

I woke up at 8 after another fitful sleep, not really looking forward to the inevitable fooling around. I just can’t believe how unskilled he is…he’s been out longer than me, had a boyfriend or two, and still isn’t really good at much. Not to say that I am, but I felt a lot more competent than he acted.

I gave him a great blowjob, practically taking his entire cock down my throat, and very nearly triggering my gag reflex, which would have been an awful scene. Not that Kyle noticed, since he was moaning and had his eyes closed, but I would have been beyond embarrassed to dry-heave (or worse) into the garbadge can beside my desk.

When we both had finished, and collapsed onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around me again. ‘Great,’ I thought. ‘All I need right now is for him to be all lovey-dovey, when I don’t even want to be in bed with him anymore…’

“Thank you Steve. Thanks for everything. It was a great week,” was what he said.

I smiled, and told him he was more than welcome, and it was a fun time, and how it’d be strange not having him around anymore. But inside I was secretly pretty satisfied that I wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore, or have to deal with the possibility of him becoming interested (or being interested…I’m not sure how much he ‘liked’ me).

We had one more meal together, and then we packed off and went our separate ways. We said goodbye much the same way we said hello, with a handshake and a hug, and very few words between us.

I’m now at home, set to enjoy the last few days of my break as quietly as possible. No guys, no sex, just me back in the environment that seemed to bring out the deepest questions in me. Oh, and my prostate stimulator. Well, there was no sense leaving it in my drawer for the rest of the week, you know…