It was going to be a great weekend, no homework, parent's outta town, and $100 for "groceries." With nothing really to do at home, I decided to head down to the local head shop shop to look around and perhaps pick up a toy or two for the weekend. I defiantly needed more lube so I had to go soon either way.
We lived in a small town and so our smoke shop also services as a liquor store and only place to get a dildo within 80 miles. Luckily, I happened to be a connoisseur of all three things. Although being such a popular store it made buying a new butt plug or cock ring quite the dangerous and exhilarating experience for an in the closet bisexual boy in a small town. The thought of having all weekend to get high and play got me so excited I decided to take a quick shower before embarking on my mission.
While getting undressed I couldn't help but strike a couple poses in the mirror. I turned on the shower and let the room get all steamy as I grabbed my shaving cream and razor from the cabinet above the toilet. I dollop a little bit of shaving cream on my hand and then bending over the counter I spread it liberally around my boy pussy and began to gently trim up the yard as it were. I love the gentile tingle of the razor against my skin and getting myself all shaved and sexy got me thinking about my last encounter.
I guess now would be a good time to explain, I wouldn't consider myself gay, as in, I don't really like guys. I prefer to date women, and for the most part sex with women, but every once in awhile, I completely crave cock. I imagine men I've never met; and don't care to, filling all my holes and abusing my body like the slut I wish I could be. I yearn for the feeling of swallowing cum as I have it pumped into my waiting grateful ass. One day the yearning got too much and I had to find my daddy online. He was a big black older guy with an apartment, and my horny high school libido just couldn't resist.
As I let the water run down my body in the shower I reminisced of walking into his apartment as very few words were exchanged, he would usually smack my ass call me sexy and get me a drink. Gay porn was always on the TV, so usually by the time he got back with my drink, I was already on my knees. He would sit down on the couch and let me play with his cock as much as my heart could take. I always try and get my lips wrapped around his head before he reaches full mast. The feeling of a man's meat growing inside my mouth sends electricity down my spine directly to my wet sex.
While I let all these memories simmer in my mind in the shower, I squeezed the rest of the lube out of the bottle onto the handle of one of my sister's hair brushes and started rubbing the of the handle against my inviting boy hole. With the other hand I started fondling my rock hard erection while my hips began to gyrate and I fucked myself with the brush handle. I imagined my black daddy's hard cock penetrating my bowels deep into my fleshy insides. My face smashed into his bed while his hands gripped my hips and I pushed myself back into him, just so I could have him a centimeter deeper inside me. I could tell it was getting hot in the shower, and the moment that brush handle started rubbing against my prostate it was impossible to contain myself. I shot my load all over the bathroom, I must have been extra turned on because some got on the mirror. So after turning off the water, I got to experience the rare sensation of cleaning a mirror with a hairbrush up my ass. I suppose I could a taken it out, but I just loved that feeling. Every time my home made dildo shifted inside me it sent intense waves of pleasure through t my entire body. Although it couldn't be comparable to the real thing, so I decided enough playing with myself and it was time to head down to the store.