The Dildo Candle
By
Tim Stillman
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"So," said Joel, coming from class, walking into our dorm room, "is that a dildo sticking out of your ass or a candle because this is your birthday?" He tossed the books on his desk, walked around our wooden partition that separated our desks and our sides of the room. The day was bitterly cold. The room was unbearably hot, we not being able to do a thing about regulating the heat in our room, the vent being broken. We were both perspiring. He, from coming out of the cold, me with my dildo up my---
Well, I guess there are ways of coming out, and ways of going in, which is coming out again. For God's sake, Barry, what the hell is an uptight like you getting a tight up from that, my God, that thing is pink enough. Does that not hurt your arse a little? Oh, and, ah, happy birthday, birthday boy, wearing your birthday suit."
He stood over me as I knelt on the bed, starkers, on my knees, with my ass, not bad looking if I say so meself, up in the air, and a six inch PINK dildo sticking in, being rammed in hard back and forth by my very excited left hand. I had bought it last month. I mean the dildo. Not my left hand. Had kept it in my desk drawer under some junk, taking it out when I wanted, and Joel was not around and sometimes putting it pliable and remarkable soft/hard and formed just perfectly. A lovely head. Little flanges. Nice shaft. Kissable. Foamy. Daunting. And I kissed it from time to time. Went down on it at my desk, on my chair, or getting daring, like it really counted as Joel's cock, like I could make it into a magic lamp and make it really his and of course the rest of delectable Joel merged with it, lying on the bed with the cock of pink that had small balls for some reason, like the barrier of a Bowie knife or something so my mouth would know when to stop with this man steel and not strangle my tongue back with it.
I had just today. Just an hour or so ago. Today. Decided, well, all he can do is kill me. And really if you want to be killed, Joel would be a great dispatcher. Though he wouldn't do that. I didn't think so at least. I had roomed with him for two years and had heard his delicate polite voice in shy ways tell me what girls he had had luck with in high school and here as well. Never bragging. Just him telling a friend and me sitting there with him on me bed or me on his and so very very close to this thin small boned garden of earthly delight, sorry for that, but he was dammit, as he talked about the girl he wanted to be with who would have nothing to do with him and he had tried so hard, not that he wasn't grateful for the girls who did love him, and he only called them gits when he woke at night and forgot his manners, but there was this one girl, who would be his and forever more, but she would have none of it, did I know what he meant?
And of course I did and the answer was him, so today, this afternoon late, as he came back from trig class Friday, Ellington Hall 321 room, I was waiting for him in the unmentionable very mentionable state, as the room air was hot and we were both awash with sweat, as he stood there, as I looked to him and craned my head a little. Golden hair he had, and warm gray sweater, and kaki pants and boots and a coat of brown with fringe which I always thought was his stock in trade, and his long red and white plaid overshirt. He was taking off the coat, as he tossed it to his side of the room, and he put his hands on his hips, as he said, "So what is her name, Barry? Can you imagine, are you imagining her doing this to you? Who is she?" I thought of saying she is the girl who won't go for you because she had already gone for me, but that would have been stupid, no one would buy that, even him.
"You've a good bum there," Joel said. "Kinda unhairy isn't it? Peekaboo.Wow. Aren't you afraid you are going to damage yourself that way. Take it easier." So I stopped pushing it in and out, which made me feel so very full and way down deep, as I and it had taken the plunge, and it felt as though I could feel Joel's dick in its place, in its forever place, in me. I had been scared of it. Was scared of it. Was hoping I could get over the fear that it was tearing me up inside, but that was silly, it was not some huge thing pistoning in me, so relax already `scardy cat. Joel sat on the bed as I raised up on my knees further, so he could get a look at my cock which was quite hard and not a little strand of spaghetti like in my imagining about having sex with Joel, never could make it, always had to imagine someone else I didn't know, and then it worked like a sonofabitch, but the fear curdled in my abdomen when he opened the door, when I was there, like that, doing that, why did it have to be so PINK?^×dispelled, and it was really quite wonderful to feel his warmth next to me, and to have him ask, "Can I touch it?" I nodded and sweat beaded on the pillow beneath my chest. I thought he meant my ass, and could not wait for him to touch it, but he grabbed my dick instead which was as long as the dildo, not as big around though, color like coral shell, cut and handsome headed, as he pushed his fingers up and down it.
I shuddered and all thoughts of that dildo in my arse hole on this my birthday of 19 and its bussing me with its little sexy batteries and Joel's hand on my dick, all of it made me so tense and sexual right through me, the feel then of his tender hand on the dildo, as he other hand still caressed my dick, as he pushed it gently in and out and my balls were so tight it was like a rubber band pain was around them, and he held my dick in a Joel grip, soft and warm and demanding just under the surface, as he put his blonde haired head against my hip and kissed me. As he rubbed my butt with his free hand, as he tip touched the outside of my hole which did a bob and weave and made me giggle, as he found my prostate gland with the dildo, which I had not done just yet, being such a novice, but it jolted me with sparks of kilowatts and his hand pushing it in was my idea of heaven, as he rubbed my penis, like he masturbated his own, and it was so sexy still imagining this is how he did himself and how his girlfriends did him too, and then he put his hand to my spine and he said "keep going. But give me a mo'." I was scared then as I felt him moving on the bed, that this had been a joke, but also I knew what he was doing and what he was going to do, as he said a brief time later, "Are you married to this dildo?"
I had stopped masturbating, was stock still, the least movement would spurt me all over the bed, and said, "Felix." To which Joel asked, "what?" "It's what I named it. Felix." "Why?" he asked as me moved some more, as my ears on stalks heard the movement of his clothes, the unzipping of his jeans, the taking off of his boots, "It was a childhood cartoon. I loved. Felix^×the-cat^×" And thinking come on come on Joel fuck my ass with your beautiful Joel dick, make wish come truth, he said, "Should have named it Fritz." The he laughed that wondrous shy soft whisper laugh for me, and said, as I felt him naked beside me, eyes of mine closed, still fearing the worst, "Mind if I take over? Now, I'm new at this, you know. And I hope it won't `urt. We'll take it slowly, okay?" I nodded. Yes, for God's sake, man, does he know how to punish me or what? And then Fritz, name change, I'm flexible, was pulled slowly out of my ass and the bussing was turned off, as Joel put his Joel dick into my hole, just at the beginning of it. "Journey to the Center of the Earth" he said later, and we laughed as we lay in each other's arms. He said, "wonder how it would feel in me? Well, let's get you tended to first, what's say?"
He started to push in. My bum hole was feeling so incredibly good and inside I was filled with magic balloons and filled with my Joel so I would never ever feel like a hollow Easter bunny chocolate ever again, and as it started to hurt a bit, I told him and we stopped, and he said, "Let's not do it all the way in just yet. Gives us something to look forward to, don't you agree?" I nodded. As he got the head in and a tiny bit of the tip of the shaft and Joel fucked me and I came almost immediately, nice frosty looking stuff though warm, as he dipped a finger in the cum and said it tasted good, and he fucked me until he came and then I leaned upward to him, and put my arm up, and his arms surrounded me, as he said, panting, as was I, "That girl who I was so hung up on. All the other girls could not compare to her?" I nodded, my ass still stunned and stinging a little that I had had his dick and cum up me and his balls slapping against me, I could barely stop trembling as we tumbled to the bed half on half off each other, "Well, that girl I talked about, she was a he really, and the he is you."
And I held him deeply and we tongue kissed long and hard. And Joel said right before we drifted off to sleep, "Happy Birthday, Barry." And I imagined Joel's penis being the candle in me, making me Year One, and my life just started today.