Exploring Memories
Flicking the door to my locker closed, I slung a towel around my neck and headed off towards the steam room. It had been a long week, and my muscles were sore and tight before I even got to the gym that evening. Boss had been riding my ass hard, never happy with anything when we were under a deadline on a project. I needed to relax, and, since Eric wasn't around, that left only the steam room as a viable option tonight.
Pushing through the swinging stainless steel doors, I felt the rush of hot moist steam surround me like a blanket, so thick I could almost, but not quite, feel the wisps brushing against my naked skin. Squinting against the warm fog, I wandered over towards the far corner of the tiled room, the one with the tiny alcove, a partial wall separating it slightly from the rest of the large room. I wanted peace and quiet, and this would be the spot to have it, without having to interact with any of the young bucks on the prowl that came and went in the gym, always on the prowl for a piece of ass or at least an opportunity to work on getting it. I wasn't really interested in that scene, after meeting and hooking up with Eric. Stupid, I know, but my heart gets stolen quickly, and I rather enjoyed the feeling of falling off of a cliff when the object of your interest appears, or even invades your thoughts.
Settling down on the warm tiles, I leaned back against the hard wall, kicking my heels out to the side and stretching my long, firm limbs out, sliding forward a bit so that my ass cheeks just gripped the corner of the tiled seat. Tossing the towel aside, I slowly slid my hands down over my sweat-beaded face, down my throat, and over my solid, broad chest, swirling my fingertips lightly around and across my tightly budded nipples before lightly smoothing them down across my hard, lean stomach, my abs popping up like a freshly baked pan of miniature rolls. Spreading my palms out wide, I slowly smoothed them down over my hips and onto my thighs, a light pressure under my grip as I rubbed down towards my knees, before folding my fingers downward so that my short, neatly trimmed nails could lightly rake my thigh muscles as I slowly pulled my hands back towards my waist, finally settling them into loose fists on top of my hip bones. Taking a huge deep draught of the hot mist into my nose, I held it tightly in the bottom of my lungs, before steadily exhaling completely, closing my eyes and relaxing against the hard ceramic wall.
My mind drifted like the steam mingling across the room. This long week, work, the boss, last week with Eric in the weight room. I remembered the feel of his calloused hands, his smooth lips, his diamond tipped cock, the electric surge that shot up my spine from my round buttonhole ass as his tongue flicked lightly over it, or his warm, hungry breath blew softly across it, teasing me and making my cock throb and twitch with every movement. With every deep breath, my body slumped farther against the tiles, relaxing as the steam drained the tension from my sore muscles, unlocking the cage around my thoughts and letting them drift free -- a slide show of moments, people, sounds -- like a private viewing of my life, broadcast just for my enjoyment.
As I lost myself in fantasy, my left hand slowly moved from my hip and wandered toward my softened cock, my fingers stroking lightly down the shaft before gripping it at the base. My thumb supported my grasp from behind my shaft, before my hand stroked slowly up and down it towards my head, pausing momentarily while my thumb brushed around the tip of my mushroom, crisscrossing over the hole before resuming its place on my shaft. The faint pulse beat started inside the meat of my head and began to stiffen and lengthen my shaft as its pace increased, lazily swelling my staff to alertness. As I stroked absently, my mind drifted through pictures and smells - the feel of Eric as he leaned over my body, his heat radiating down towards my knotted stomach; the wet deliciousness of his tongue as he slurped it slowly across my head and down my semi-hard shaft, before swirling his nimble moist tongue around my balls, parting his lips as he gently sucked the soft skin of my nuts against them, tasting and exploring and teasing, then hungrily pulling each one into his mouth to explore further before moving to tease the other forgotten orb. His hands touching, soothing, reaching out until they found my tight little button, poking and prodding, spreading my cheeks as his insistent forefingers pushed and prodded until he felt my rim relax a bit, allowing him access to plunder and invade my inner softness. Searching and stroking firmly until he found the hard smooth gland, tickling and tapping against it in circular patterns. Knowing with each move that my cock surged closer to ecstasy, hardening beyond physical belief as my mind disappeared over the edge of reality at the feel of him conquering the most private recesses of my yearning tight ass.
My right hand slid down between my spread thighs as I lifted my leg up to settle my heel on the edge of the seat, my pelvis tilting casually to allow my fingers to reach my hole, rubbing softly across it before pushing the tip of my forefinger inside, wiggling gently to widen the opening, causing my cock to twitch harder at the pleasure of my calloused finger. Stroking my cock more firmly, I slowly pushed my finger into my tight ass further, the sheath of my tight muscle twitching and accommodating the invasion, as the pulse beat began from deeper inside my rectum, beginning to rock my hips gently against my hand as I floated away into the waves of desire radiating up from the core of my belly.
Muscles clenched and relaxed, spasming against my foraging hands, pulling me deeper into the dark hungry lust that came over me every time I played with the most private tender spot on my quivering body. I was pleasantly surprised at the fact that my pucker wasn't as sore as I assumed it would be after Eric had buried his large throbbing rod inside of it. I thought it would be too painful, and distract me from the sheer pleasure of his meat filling my core, stretching and splitting me apart while his pulse beat throbbed in tune with the beat deep inside of me. I'd never felt so filled, invaded, helpless and subservient as I had then, the agonizing pain subsiding as the heat and desire overwhelmed my body, turning me into a quivering slave. My only thought was to open further against his ramming cock, pushing back greedily for more, wanting to end the tension and pressure, but afraid at the same time to let him abandon the tight cave of my ass. An endless rising wave of longing and lust drenched my brain as the inferno of our bodies blended together into one melting muscle, pushing aside everything in the world beyond the two of us uniting in wicked, tantalizing joy.
My mind rambled back through time, to the very beginnings of my fixation with my ass and the yearning for someone to claim it for their own. I'd known for a very long time what I wanted, and the reality was even better than all the years I'd fantasized about it. My worries about the pain and my inadequacy at being able to perform with any degree of skill when I'd found the person I wanted to give my precious virgin hole to disappeared under Eric's skilled and talented guidance. I needn't have worried, because Eric knew exactly how to please me, brushing aside my fears as quickly as he stoked the heat of our bodies, confidently taking what I wanted to offer up to him. Easing the transition between pain and pleasure imperceptibly so that I felt like the only man in the world with him, our passion climbed higher and faster until tumbling off the cliffs and plunging into the warm liquid waves of ecstasy as we came hard and rough together. Our breathing was ragged and the groans escaped our throats with each stroke of his cock inside me, my hand quickening on my own throbbing shaft to explode as he filled my insides with his hot, sweet juices.
During puberty, somewhere around twelve, I discovered that there was more pleasure to be found by myself then with just my dick. It didn't qualify as a full fledged cock at that age, not until it lengthened and broadened more in my late teens, my nuts swelling with more seed as I matured and masturbated throughout my young adult years. But I had my usual routine of jacking off most evenings after dinner, my room quiet and dark, my parents downstairs watching the evening news and bickering about the prices of stuff these days. I couldn't understand them, much as other boys my age thought as well, but I knew one thing. I would never get old and reduce my life to sitting inside on a warm summer night and griping about the cost of bread and eggs when I could find so many better activities to occupy my mind. Like masturbating, my secret hobby after my chores were done. My sister was out in the drive with the boyfriend of the week, probably getting groped in the front seat before leaving him frustrated and panting, giggling as she scurried from the car and skipped up the steps, smoothing her hair and buttoning her blouse quickly before slipping into the house to greet Mom and Dad. She gave each of them a quick peck on their cheeks before she ran up the stairs and into her room, the door slamming loudly behind her as she tugged off her clothes to get ready for bed.
I turned my mind back to my hand and my throbbing hard-on as she quieted down, occasionally hearing a thump or creaking board as she moved around in the room next to mine. I pictured my friend Brian, his tousled hair sticking up as we wrestled across the lawn earlier, both of us panting and gasping as we tried to pin each other to attain victory of the universe, or at least our little portion of it. I liked spending lazy afternoons playing games and riding bikes with him, swimming in our underwear down at the pond, then dressing quickly to ride to the park and catch the ice cream truck for a treat before heading home for dinner. Brian was my best friend, and I couldn't imagine ever leaving the block, moving away from the innocent sweetness of childhood, but he could never understand why I never wanted to hang out with the rest of the gang, preferring our time alone together after all the other kids went home to their chores and dinner. I liked him more than anyone else, and didn't fully understand why at that age. But it didn't matter, because time stood still when I was young. I thought that joy and energy that bubbled up inside me when he'd laugh and hit me, then take off running around the corner of the house to the swing set, would never disappear.
My hand tightened around my slim rod, my breathing growing quicker as I felt the swirl and heat start to radiate up from my testicles, the feeling intense and new and exciting me like nothing else. I knew it wouldn't be long, although the feeling was enough back then, my dick dry humping as I came, my toes curled tightly under, swooning from the overwhelming pleasure I got from my favorite toy. As my mind slowly cleared and the room stopped spinning, I heard sounds from behind the wall near my headboard. Puzzled at first, I pinpointed the distinct noise, reacting in surprise at the discovery that my sister was lost in her own little world like I was, soft moans echoing through the plaster as I heard her throaty breathing. That couldn't be right. Girls don't do boy stuff like this. But there it was, proof that both of us were consumed by young lust and desire. It had never occurred to me that she felt anything like I did when she came home with the jocks from the football team after cheerleading practice in the evenings.
Being a typical male boy, I had to figure out what older teenaged girls did that made them sound as happy as I did in my room at night. Several nights later, before she got dropped off by her latest boy toy, I crept into her room and crawled into her closet, among the shoes and belts scattered across the floor. Sitting in the dark, I waited nervously, my eyes scanning the slatted door in front of me, my hand occasionally toying with my sensitive dick inside my shorts. Soon, she came trouncing in, humming as she closed the door and proceeded to tug her clothes off her voluptuous torso, tossing them towards the hamper before thumping down on her vanity bench. Smiling into the mirror, she brushed her auburn hair, then crossed the room, sliding open the drawer on her dresser. She reached her arm deep inside, pulled out something, looked at it, reached again into the drawer, then closed it and quickly crossed to her flowered bedspread, turning to toss her body lightly onto the bed, her boobs bouncing as she landed on the fluffy material.
I gulped, averting my eyes at the sight of my sister prancing around naked in front of me, but curiosity got the better of me. My eyes returned to the view of the bed through the slats as she ran her hands slowly and softly up and down her body, her fingers stopping and teasing different spots on her body as she hummed and giggled quietly. Then, as my entranced eyes watched, she reached beside her onto the bed, picking up the treasure she'd unearthed from her lingerie drawer and, after twiddling with it for a moment, shoved it down between her spread legs. I heard a faint whine - almost a hum - drift across the room as she closed her eyes, her head on the pillow, her thighs twitching sporadically. Her breathing grew harsher as her hips started to buck up against the air above the bed, before she suddenly got up and flipped over, knees on the coverlet, her ass pointed right at the closet door.
This was disgusting, but my eyes were riveted to the wicked view beyond that closet door. No one could have ever told me that girls got horny too, or that they would have built-in toys like we did to play with. As I watched this strange show in front of me, she reinserted the thin plastic thing back into her hairy bulging hole. Then her hand went to the bed again, and this time, she picked up a bigger, nubby, life-sized appliance, easily bigger than me and Brian's dicks combined. This thing was probably as big as Superman's dick, I thought. As I held my breath, my little dick throbbing and ignored in my shorts, she rubbed some sort of lotion from her night table all over this thing, humming all the while. Then, bending over on the bed again, she reached back between her spread legs, and slowly, grunting and breathing heavily, inserted it inch by inch into her asshole. I couldn't believe it. She was putting this huge hard plastic cock into her shitter. Finally, after pushing it in as far as she could stand without moaning loud enough for Mom or Dad to hear her, she turned the bottom of the thing, and I heard a buzzing start, louder than before when she'd turned on the slim white pencil-shaped one that she'd shoved inside her hairy pussy.
My breathing grew uneven, my hand unavoidably going back to my little throbbing dick, as I watched her lay her head back down on the pillow, both hands working these vibrating and gyrating plastic rods in and out of her body. I couldn't believe she had shoved that big one there, and every time she moved it in and out of her, the nubs stretching and pushing aside her tight ass skin as it slid in and out, she moaned even louder and more frequently. By the time she was done, my shorts were wet and I was desperate to escape back to the safety of my room. Finally, she stopped moaning and got up and stumbled into her bathroom. I heard the water start and her hands soaping something as she cleaned up afterwards. This was a good time to run, I thought. Slipping quietly out of the closet, I turned the knob of her door, closing it silently behind me, and booked it back to the safety and security of my room.
Closing my door softly behind me, my head was spinning at what I'd just encountered. It seemed like she'd lost her grip on reality while playing with those toys. I wondered how that felt, that big hard plastic thing pushing harder and faster into her ass as she moaned in obvious ecstasy. Trying to ignore the tight nauseous feeling in my stomach at watching my sister masturbate, I focused on the toys I'd seen. My mind kept walking around the usefulness of that big toy, poking and prodding at dark, secret thoughts in the recesses of my brain. I noticed that my dick was still throbbing, a swirling heat radiating out from my stomach and down into my tight, hard balls. And suddenly I noticed a pulse, a foreign tapping coming from deep inside me, and it shocked my senses when I realized that it started from deep down inside my butt hole, right below my spine, and caused my dick to twitch with every beat. One thing was for certain, the sight of my perverted sister playing with herself had awoken something inside me that I'd never known existed. A craving for a nameless desire overcame me, one that would tease me throughout my life, until I found a way to satiate the hunger deep in the core of my ass. I made up my mind, right then and there, that I would figure out what was so tempting and deviant about that plastic, vibrating rod, and then I'd have the answers I needed. I'd know for sure why my body was feeling so weird and restless all of a sudden. I hatched a top secret, boys-only plan to capture the enemy and make him my slave.
Two nights later, I got the perfect opportunity to implement my secret mission. My sister was staying overnight across town at her friend's house, and my parents were out for the evening with the Jacobsons. They were having dinner and then going to the movies, so I had the house to myself for the evening. It was time to go exploring, and I only needed the right tools for the job.
Taking a deep, nervous breath, I opened the door to my bedroom and crept down the hall towards my sister's room. A part of my mind understood that every step I took brought me closer to maturity, down a path where I couldn't find my way back to the innocence of childhood. My nerves twitched, but I steeled myself and reached for the knob, slipping inside of the darkened room, reaching for the bedside lamp and flicking it on. I quickly glanced around, sure that I would get caught, my perverted inner fantasies exposed for the whole world to see. Everybody in school would know that I was the weird boy, the one who should be locked away in the booby hatch forever, with the thoughts that were chasing each other around in my brain. Satisfied that I hadn't been discovered yet, I quickly crossed the room to the dresser, easing open the drawer and groping around through the soft, satiny cloth until I latched upon something solid, and pulled it out. It was the thin, white pencil-shaped thing I'd seen my sister use the other night. Setting it on top of the bureau, I reached in again, back further towards the other corner, and my hand closed over something bigger, bumpier, and longer. Retrieving the second toy, the pulse beat in my throat quickened as I held it up in front of me. I had captured the dick of Superman, and world domination was mine forever! Closing the drawer quickly, I grabbed the other plastic item off the desk and spun to book out of the enemy's lair, at the last moment remembering to run around the bed and snag the weird lotion that my sister had returned to her nightstand drawer after finishing up the other night. I wasn't sure, but I thought that might come in handy too, given the size of the monster I had clenched in my shaky fist. Turning off the light, I high-tailed it back to my den of thieves.
Safe once again in my room, I wasted no time in stripping off my clothes, dropping them on the floor and jumping up onto my bed, my ill-gotten booty clutched in my hands once more. I stared at them both, my dick starting to twitch at the thought of what I wanted to do, but my mind was pushing me forcibly towards discovering something new, a secret world that I was going to conquer. Small steps, I reminded myself, and set the big nubby monster down, then turned to examine the pencil-shaped toy. It looked harmless enough, my fingers exploring it until I found the switch near the bottom of the small shaft. Flicking it to the right, it exploded into life in my hand, causing me to drop it on the bed, shocked into complete rigidity for a moment, before picking it up and slowly, experimentally, touching the head against my swelling dick. Instantly, my dick twitched and pulsated to life, growing bigger before my eyes, as I trailed the plastic rod slowly down my shaft and around my balls, then held it against my shaft with the tip pointed downward, between my nut sack, causing my whole groin to vibrate and tremble with the power that emanated outward from this little toy.
This was totally awesome. I'd never felt this good before, and I'd been stroking my little dick for quite awhile at this point. But I had to wonder, if this felt this great, how much better I could make myself feel? I turned around on the bed and got comfortable, laying down on my back with my head on my pillow. Then slowly, teasingly, I guided the small toy down along my trembling belly, stroking my dick and balls with it again, before raising my legs up and spreading them, my knees landing on the bed beside my head. Reaching down with my other hand, I cautiously grabbed my cheek, pulling it slightly away from the other one, as I slid the plastic pencil down towards my ass. I could feel the muscles tighten as the vibration reached my most secret area, but somehow this just made me more determined to continue exploring. My curious eyes watched as I turned it towards my button like a dagger, poking lightly at the center. My dick twitched in response, and I could feel the pulse beat all the way up from my nuts, through my shaft, and slam against the head of my dick.
Taking a jagged breath, I braced my muscles and nudged it in further, the tip spreading the tight ring of my ass slightly, causing the vibrations to travel up through the muscles of my tight little ass. My mind reeled at the contact, but it was too late. My hunger was raging, for a taste that I'd never experienced before, and my hand suddenly pushed harder, the first inch of the toy sliding inside my tight, twitching hole. My cock started rhythmically tapping against my smooth flat belly, my hips rocking up unconsciously against the alien invader, as my wrist quickly established a steady pattern, sending the plastic dick deeper with each push from my fingers, my whole body trembling with the vibrations echoing through the core of my ass. Reaching around with my other hand, I grasped the staff of my cock, stroking it quickly, to match my hand shoving the little soldier into my ass. Shoving the toy in quicker and harder with each thrust, my grip tightening around my shaft and stroking harder and faster, stars began to explode in full color behind my eyes, my eyelids closing as I launched off into another world, traveling faster than the speed of light towards an unknown galaxy, my cock pulsating and throbbing harder than I could believe. My toes curled down tight, cramping my feet, as my whole body stiffened and tried to raise off of the bed and swallow the invader whole, hungry for victory in this private battle. Suddenly, my whole body went rigid, my ass muscles gripping the plastic rod tightly, my cock tapping my stomach twice and then twitching and stopping against my belly, as wet, sticky water splashed against my belly button. Gasping for air, I looked down in astonishment, unsure of what had just happened. It had never felt nearly this great before, and now I'd sprung a leak. Slowly, I removed the plastic vibrator, my legs collapsing and straightening out as they lowered to the bed, my head throbbing to match my groin as the whole room spun around me then gradually settled back to normal colors and surroundings. I'd finally gotten the "wet snake" like the older boys called it out on the playground. I was a real MAN now. YEAH!!
Suddenly, I felt something wet and soft flicking across the head of my dick as my hand stroked it. Jumping in reaction, I opened my eyes, the cobwebs disappearing from my mind like smoke as I focused on the steam floating across the room. Looking down, my hand on my throbbing cock, I gazed directly into Eric's twinkling eyes, watching my reaction as his tongue slowly swirled around my mushroom head, a grin creasing his cheeks on either side of his open mouth. I smiled back and reached down, stroking his cheek lightly with my fingertips, then sliding my hips slightly forward and cupping the back of his head in my hand, directing his mouth further onto my turgid, twitching cock. Moaning in pleasure at the contact, I let my head drop back against the wall of the steam room, giving myself up to the pleasure radiating up through my belly as Eric sucked hungrily on my rod. I'd have to get back to reminiscing later, I thought. There was a new story coming in, hot off the presses.