This story involves the sexual exploration of the teenaged male body. If such subject matter offends either you or your local decency laws, please turn away now. The events and characters in this story are semi-autobiographical, but the names of any people other than myself have been changed to protect the innocent.
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ONE BOY'S DISCOVERIES by Kid Werewolf
PART 3: ONE PERSON'S TRASH... If you read the first two parts of my story, then you are intimately familiar with my origins as an Onanist. A wand massager innocently gifted to my mother found a much nobler purpose buzzing up against the head of my adolescent rod, giving me hundreds of jaw-gaping, toe-curling climaxes during its lifespan. Shortly thereafter, I realized that I could achieve a similar sensation by thrusting my stiff little staff into my mattress until the fireworks went off in my head. Thanks to these discoveries, my prepubescent penis was introduced to the magical wonders of self-induced orgasm, and much of my teenage leisure time was devoted to performing that solitary ritual as often as I could!
I actually didn't jack off the "traditional" way - hand wrapped around the stalk, pulling and stroking to completion - until well into high school. During my early teen years, I'd had plenty of experience with both the wand massager and thrusting against the mattress to properly satisfy me whenever the need arose. But as I got older, and the newfangled internet opened up avenues of stimulation I'd hardly dreamed of, I began developing a need to be able to get myself off from a seated position. It took a while for me to perfect my technique, which is different from the usual "grasp from the bottom and tug upwards" method we often see. I'd learned to grab the head of my cock and stroke upward until precum started to dribble out, then use that lube to work my frenulum until the balls drew tight and a nice generous ribbon of white lightning shot out onto my chest and stomach. It's that tried-and-true technique that carries me across the finish line to this very day.
At around this same time, I made another discovery purely by accident - and once again, I have my mother to thank. (No, not like that!)
You see, it was summer vacation, and with both of my siblings now out of the house (my middle sister was now in college, living on campus), I had the house all to myself during the day. Ah, I miss those days: sleeping in, cruising the internet, giving myself at least three good stroke sessions while Mom & Dad were off selling insurance and managing offices, to go along with mattress abuse at night and magic handshakes in the morning.
So it was, that one day I was tasked with taking the trash cans out to the curb for collection. No big deal, right? Well, on this particular day, there was an extra plastic bag that had been placed alongside the receptacles. The trash company doesn't except loose bags, so I grabbed the black sack, hoisted it over my shoulder, and dropped it into the trash caddy.
That very moment, I heard a very familiar sound. A soft, but distinct, buzzing noise was coming from inside the bag!
Ignoring all rules of sanitation and common sense, I opened the bag and dug through it, looking for the source of the noise. It seems that my parents had been doing some spring cleaning, and threw out a good amount of random clutter that they no longer had use for. Among the items they discarded was a long, slender, pink-colored massager. It was a good eight inches in length, with a tapered tip on one end and a dial on the other to control the speed of the vibrations.
Now, unlike last time when there may have been some plausible deniability for what that wand could have been used for, there was no mistaking why someone would use this!
Without hesitation, I shoved the vibrator into my pocket, and went about finishing my chores for the day. I had all afternoon to test this thing out, and didn't want to waste a moment of it.
Once all my responsibilities were taken care of, I quickly headed into my room and ditched all the clothes I was wearing. I was between my junior and senior year in high school and I was a pretty decent specimen for someone as bookish and introverted as I was at the time - even without really participating in any after-school athletics I had managed to maintain a slim, for body with a subtle muscle tone. If I'd had more confidence at that age I might've had my pick of twinks in training, but alas.
After giving my new find a quick washing of soap and water, I lay on my bed, fully naked and fully erect with a 6-inch teenage pole tilting upwards between my legs, trying to figure out exactly how I was going to do this. I'd had enough experience in the wilder parts of the early Internet to know where this device was supposed to go, but having never put anything up there I was rather unsure about what I could expect. My freshman health classes had been pretty frank about what they expected horny boys my age to try, and my teacher was sure to warn the class what can happen if you're not careful about what you insert in the back entrance, recounting horror stories that may or may not have been true about embarrassed teenage boys in the emergency room with various items stuck in places where they didn't belong.
But there's no way you're going to convince a teenage boy with a throbbing rod and a dildo in hand not to try it at least once!
Obviously I knew there was no use in trying to just jam the thing in dry, so I spent a couple.of minutes working my boyhood up to the plateau stage, gently squeezing the head with each upward tug followed by light downward strokes. I lay on my bed, legs splayed apart, basking in the pleasure of this solo performance but knowing that I couldn't take it too far. After a couple of minutes, my glands began to kick into gear, and that clear, slick substance began to ooze out of the tip. Milking out a thick droplet, I transferred it from a finger to the tip of the vibrator, which had been in my opposite hand the whole time. I took great care in making sure the whole device was well-lubricated, but especially the tapered end that was going to be sliding first into my passage.
Once all the preparations were done, I readjusted myself in the bed, directed the dildo's tip against my back door, closed my eyes, took a deep breath... and pushed.
The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
It stung quite a bit. My ring was not meant to stretch like that! I took in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as my body slowly got used to its invader, pausing my strokes until the stinging sensation faded into the background. Once that had subsided, the next thing I noticed was just how solid and firm this object was as my insides closed around it. There was no give at all between the plastic casing and the electronics inside.
I wouldn't say it felt good - not yet. But despite not having been touched for a full minute, my teenage rod would not stop throbbing! Feeling that vibrator lodged in my butt was pushing buttons in my maturing libido that I didn't even know existed! And the truly wild part: I hadn't even turned it on yet!
Once I felt ready for the next stage, I took the dial at the end of the vibrator between my fingers, took a deep breath, and twisted. Immediately, the familiar vibrations began rattling through my body. Only this time, instead of the friction of a massage wand rubbing up against the skin of my penis, the vibrations radiated all through my pelvic regions.
I was in heaven! It was unbelievable how intense the sensations were even at the lowest setting! The feel of a hard, slender dildo buzzing away inside of me made my dick hard enough to cut glass. My mouth hung open as I let a long, satisfied groan. I didn't care if it was loud enough for my retirement age neighbors to hear it, this just felt too good!
I wrapped my fingers around my eager glans again and resumed a light, assertive tugging. The sensitivity of the nerves at the end of my cockhead seemed to be multiplied tenfold by the addition of the dildo jangling inside my back passage. I knew that I was speeding head-first towards orgasm, but didn't want it to end quite so soon! After just a few minutes of this combined stimulation, I began to feel the telltale signs of my balls pulling in against my body and the pressure of my young elixir building at the base of my penis, and so I reached down to turn the dial on the vibrator back down so I could recover for a moment before going at it again.
But in my pleasure-misted mind, I accidentally turned the dial the wrong way, and ended up turning the vibrator to full power!
It was like a chain reaction at that point. The device buzzed loudly as it vibrated my innards into submission. My eyes flew open, my mouth opened wide, and I grasped the barrel of my skin rifle as it got stiffer and more rigid than I'd ever felt it. I careened past the point of no return and gasped with desperation. My cock swelled, pulsed, and blasted off.
The first shot sprayed me directly in the face, hitting my left cheek and the bottom of my chin with thick, slippery teen boy juice. The next shot splattered across my chest. Within moments, my entire torso was painted with the milky evidence of the greatest climax of my young life. It was so intense than half of my face tingled.
After about a minute of sitting there in orgasmic stupor, I finally regained my senses enough to turn off the vibrator. It took a few additional minutes to get her the courage to start removing it from my ass, which left an absence yearning to be filled again before too long.
I walked slowly to the bathroom to clean myself off, and also give the dildo a thorough washing, After putting all my clothes back on, I hid my new toy in the bottom drawer of my nightstand.
Naturally, that vibrator became a fixture of my alone-time adventures. Although I wouldn't use it every time, because of the extra clean-up needed when I was done, I did incorporate the dildo into sessions where I knew I had plenty of time to do what I wanted. This also got me more interested in playing with my prostate, which I'd read about online but hadn't really experimented with. Not long after this virgin experience with the dildo, I started inserting a lubed-up finger into my back passage, tickling the gland inside, and feeling it swell and harden along with everything else as I neared the point of no return. Those orgasms were especially fun, because just the act of fondling the prostate seemed to increase the intensity of the oncoming storm to the point where my eyes were rolling back in my head.
In fact, I may or may not have written a large portion of THIS story with a long, slender device buzzing inside me, having to pause my work because I needed both hands for another activity!
To be continued...