Maddox

THE REST OF September flew by. Between swim practice and studying for midterms, I hung out with my roommates and Ren’s friends, but mostly Ren. We spent a lot of time together, and only about half that time was spent sucking or jerking each other off. We’d stayed up late working on our writing project the night before it was due. We got a B, so the teacher wasn’t exactly raving about our talent and hard work, but it hadn’t tanked our grades either.

The rest of my classes were fine. I’d tried to find a decent balance of classes that actually interested me and were relevant to my degree, as well as ones I needed that I didn’t really give a shit about, like writing.

Ren’s friends knew about us. Of course they didn’t care or have a problem, they were all varying shades of queer themselves. But they respected us enough to keep it quiet in public spaces. I wasn’t ready for my roommates to know yet, though I was certain Cyprian, at least, wouldn’t have an issue with me being bi. There’d been a couple of crossover hangouts with him and Ren’s friends, and he hadn’t seemed bothered or shocked by them.

But at the moment I had more pressing issues that required my attention. I’d just gotten a package delivered, an order that I’d placed only a couple of days prior. Thank you, capitalist overlords. It had come in a plain, unmarked box, which I was very grateful for. I’d really, really hate anyone to see me carrying in a box that announced to the world that I’d bought a dildo.

Of course I hadn’t known exactly what size to buy, but since most of them looked small compared to Ren’s surprisingly monster-sized cock anyway, I figured I’d be okay with something in the medium range. I’d spent enough time in recent days trying to stuff that thing in my mouth that I had a pretty convincing hunch that I would be having a hard time stuffing it anywhere else. In other words, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. And inexperienced.

I knew that if I told Ren I was interested in going further that he would happily comply, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety around the idea that I didn’t have a clue what I was getting into. The last thing I would ever want was to be getting down to it and have to wimp out halfway because it hurt too much or I couldn’t take it. That wasn’t happening.

The other thing I worried about was that the second we started going at it, I’d come all over him. I hoped that getting a better idea of what it felt like might help keep me from humiliating myself in that very specific way. Logically, I knew that Ren loved it when I couldn’t control myself and finished too fast. But it was just so fucking embarrassing.

So I’d done something that I wasn’t really that fond of doing. Research. I read all the stuff I could about how I needed to prepare, what kind of toy to use, and the best way to use it. I felt like an expert on anal despite having never done it. Which was honestly kind of a weird feeling. But I was getting ready to correct that, immediately.

Taking it out of the box, I immediately felt a shiver run down my spine, excited tingling all over. God, was I seriously that excited to put something up my ass? If only Ren knew what a total perv he’d turned me into… But maybe I would tell him about it, once I was more comfy. Maybe I’d tease him, talking about it. I wondered if he would want to watch me playing with myself like this. And with that thought, I was instantly hard and instantly ready to go.

For some reason, I’d felt more embarrassed about getting one that looked realistic and flesh-colored. It wasn’t like I was desperate enough that I needed to pretend I was getting fucked by a real guy or anything. And besides, I had a real guy that was definitely more than willing. At least I was pretty sure he’d be willing. We hadn’t talked about it, but… He hadn’t turned me down about anything yet. Anyway, the one I’d bought was a bright, electric blue. Not remotely subtle or tasteful. But what was subtle and tasteful about buying a dildo online, anyway?

I started my session the same as always, pulling up porn on my phone. It depended on my mood, but I’d been watching a lot of guys together lately. And if all those guys could take dicks like absolute champs, then surely I could do it, too.

The urgent moaning and skin slapping as they fucked lit up my ears as I bit down into my lip to keep from making my own noises. I’d started playing with my nipples too, after discovering how sensitive they were when Ren had decided to suck on one of them during a make-out session.

When I’d stroked myself just enough that I knew I was close, I laid back onto my bed, planting my feet flat on the edge. Pushing the lube into my hole, I shuddered at the chill, but it warmed up quickly. I’d done this part a few times already, fingering myself. It wasn’t bad, but I felt like I couldn’t reach where I needed. The stretching felt good, but it mostly just made me want more .

Pressing the lubed up toy against myself, I slowly and carefully pushed it in. My mouth fell open at the sensation of pressure as my muscles clenched and twitched at the foreign object. It felt good. Really good. Panting, my toes clenched on the bed as I twisted my wrist to pull it out, then push back in. I could feel every thick stroke deep in my core, layering over and over to ache in my balls.

As soon as the toy scraped over my prostate, my hips arched up off the bed and a strangled moan flew out of my throat. My balls drew up tight into the base of my dick and I had to freeze like I was paralyzed to keep from coming. Holy shit. Was it really supposed to feel that powerful? Whimpering, my muscles ached with the need to move.

I was torn. Part of me was desperate to come already, and part of me didn’t want it to be over yet. It felt too fucking good to end. But then again, I was a perfectly healthy young male with a perfectly healthy (maybe too healthy) libido. I could come now and be ready again in a few minutes.

Relieved that I didn’t have to hold myself back and shy away from the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt, I let my hips settle back down onto the comforter, slowly and carefully getting back into it. My dick twitched, and I could feel precum leaking out onto my navel, but I didn’t dare make a move to touch it. I knew if I even just brushed it accidentally, I’d be done for. And I couldn’t actually bring myself to orgasm just from my prostate. That was only a thing in porn… Wasn’t it?

I pretty quickly discovered that it was not only a thing in porn. After just a handful of times nudging that perfect little button, my body felt like it had electric pulses running through it. It was so good I was almost light-headed, but laser-focused on reaching that peak. Intense waves of pleasure were rolling through my thighs, my guts, everywhere.

Would it be like this when Ren was fucking me? Or would it be even better, because he’d be the one controlling the pace and pressure? He was so good at lasting, and his stamina was kind of incredible. I was pretty sure he’d be able to fuck me as long as it took to get me off. Not that it seemed like that was going to take much time or effort.

When I came, I barely had enough mental processing to cover my mouth with my hand. Pure, primal ecstasy rushed through me, and I couldn’t control my body as my back arched and my hips rolled into my hand, where I held the flared base of the toy against my rim, as deep as it could go in my ass.

When it was done and my vision was no longer white, I melted onto the bed like a puddle of hot wax. Holy fucking shit. No wonder people loved bottoming so damn much in those videos.

I wanted to bask in the glow of what I was sure was going to be a new and beloved hobby, but after relaxing for about a minute, I started to hear curses and clanging metal sounds from somewhere in the house. Wincing, I hoped whoever it was hadn’t been able to hear me as easily as I could hear them.

Cleaning myself up and then the dildo with the sanitizing wipes I’d bought specially for it, I stuffed it into my bottom drawer and closed it securely before getting dressed and heading out to check on the commotion.

To my surprise, Caelyx was in the laundry room, fiddling with the buttons and settings on the washing machine, a hamper with an absolute mountain of clothes overflowing from it at his side.

“Are you good?” I couldn’t help but ask. He whirled, startled by my voice, and then groaned, scrubbing his palms over his face. That perfectly handsome golden-haired fuckboy look was somewhat diminished today, like he was stressed.

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was home. Did I wake you up?”

“Uh… No. It’s like 1:00 in the afternoon. What are you doing?”

He breathed in long and deep, looking more agitated than I’d ever seen him. He was usually the epitome of obnoxious smugness.

“Do you know how to work this goddamn fucking washing machine?”

Did I know how to work a washing machine? Was he joking? What kind of spoiled ass childhood had this guy lived, anyway? But the dopamine from my hands-free orgasm hadn’t faded from my bloodstream yet, so I was in a pretty good mood.

“Yeah, I can show you.” So I did. It was a pretty simple model, anyway. When I was done explaining how to set it for a normal load, he sighed in relief.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Thank you.”

“Have you not washed your clothes since we’ve been here?” I couldn’t help but ask. I feel like we all would have noticed if he’d been reeking, though.

“I’ve been asking to throw a few things in here and there when Cyprian was doing laundry,” he admitted. “But he’s not here.”

“Alright, well…” I wasn’t sure what else to say. It was awkward. “There you go. You can wash your own now.”

I turned to walk away, but stopped when he spoke again.

“I’m sure you think I’m a moron, but I’m just really out of my element with all this.”

“All what?”

“Just… All of it.” He gestured widely with his hand, rolling his eyes.

“Did your mom just do everything for you or what?” My mom was fine at housework and everything, but she definitely didn’t wait on me hand and foot like that. She’d taught me how to do my own laundry when I’d been about 12.

He laughed, a little bitterly. “I’ve never seen my mother lift a feather duster, let alone wash a load of clothes.”

Oh, right. I forgot he was from some crazy wealthy family. They probably had maids and butlers or god knows who doing all that stuff for them.

“Well, once you’re done with school you’ll be back to having the help take care of you, right?”

“To be determined,” he said, giving a mock little chuckle after.

“Did your family go broke or something?” I wondered.

“Definitely not,” he scoffed, leaning an elbow onto the washing machine. “I’ve been cut off. ”

“I thought that was just a bad plot in soap operas. People really get cut off from their family’s money?”

“Only when you’re an embarrassment to the family name,” he said, giving me a cheeky little wink. “That’s me.”

“What did you do?” I asked, before realizing maybe it was too personal of a question, but Caelyx didn’t look offended in the slightest.

“Well, if you really want to know… My father’s never been exactly enamored with me, but I believe it was the last straw when he walked in on me drinking a very, very expensive bourbon he’d had locked away in a liquor cabinet, smoking a joint, and getting a very enthusiastic blowjob from the intern he’d just hired at the company.”

Blinking, I could only clear my throat. “I guess that would look pretty bad for you, yeah. What happened to the intern?”

“Mason? I think he’s in the finance or marketing department now, or something of the like. I didn’t really keep up after that. My father didn’t want any kind of scandal, so of course he didn’t punish him. In any case, I’m certain he blames me for the whole ordeal. I’m a bad influence, after all.”

“I didn’t know you were gay.” It was all I could think to say.

“I’m not gay,” he corrected me. “I’m more of an equal opportunity employer.”

“So you’re bi.”

“I suppose so. Hot is hot. That’s all I have to say on it.”

“So your dad cut you off because you’re bi?”

“No, no,” he said, shaking his head. “He doesn’t care about any of that. I think more than anything he’s worried I’ll squander the family fortune as soon as he dies and leaves it to me. He’s trying to teach me a lesson, making me get a degree and whatnot. It’s not about me liking cock, though.”

“Ah.”

“And how do your parents feel about your proclivities?”

“Excuse me?”

He smirked, flipping a strand of blonde bangs away from his forehead. “It’s a door, not a soundproof forcefield, Maddy .”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. It shocked and embarrassed me a little to realize it, but the nickname was something I only ever wanted to hear from Ren. From anyone else it was weird and gross.

He lifted his palms, wiggling his fingers. “No need to get defensive.” God, his voice was annoying. “I happen to think the two of you make a lovely couple. He’s the sugary marshmallow charms to your boring little oat pieces.”

“Screw you. We’re not a couple,” I said, but my stomach pitched a bit at his words. I’d thought we were being subtle, but… “Just don’t say anything. Or you’re going to be in for a serious ass beating, family lawyers or not.”

“I’d never out anyone,” he said, giving me a look that was ripe with amusement. “Just thought you might want to know that you can sometimes be a little… loud. At any rate, I’m grateful for the help, and I apologize for my behavior before.”

“Which time?” I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

“The morning with the vodka. That was a particularly bad day,” he said, glancing up like he was recalling it. “I had to sell a watch that was very important to me, and I suppose I was not handling my grief in a very healthy and productive way. It won’t happen again.”

“Well… Whatever. It’s fine,” I said. A tiny bit of sympathy had bloomed for him, despite everything. “Sorry about the watch. And the money. And everything.”

He sighed deeply, nodding. “If I can make it through four years of this, it will be a miracle.”

“Why don’t you get a part time job?” I suggested. I was lucky to get a little monthly allowance from my parents for food and general expenses. I couldn’t go nuts but I didn’t need to worry about working. But if he needed money that badly…

“I don’t know how to do anything.”

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of simple jobs that show you exactly what to do. Even you can’t screw it up.”

“I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll think about it.”

“Well, if you need me to show you any more basic shit like how to change a lightbulb or adjust the thermostat, let me know. It’s on the house.”

“How very generous of you. I’ll remember you fondly when I’m back in my mansion on my sprawling estate.”