I recently bought a prostate massager and I can sit on it, or stand, or lay on my back and let it make me cum. It takes longer if you don’t touch your dick, but the explosion is worth it. It’s a full body orgasm, the kind that leaves you in mental fog of perfect bliss afterwards. The only downside is that it’s rechargeable, you can’t plug it in, and a few times I’ve ridden it for so long the battery dies. The vibrations can be set from mild all the way very strong. It’s also noisy, so it’s not a toy you want to use if you want to be discreet.
You don’t need a toy that vibrates to get off either, it just makes it faster. I learned all about anal toys when I was going through puberty and had discovered the unreal pleasure of jerking off. I slowly inserted a toothbrush up my hole (NOT the brush end) and it felt incredible, so I immediately searched the house for the perfect substitute for a dick, which I found in my fathers workshop: the handle of a hammer. It was a fiberglass handle with indentations for your fingers so it wouldn’t slip out your hand when you were using it. I coated it with Vaseline (I soon switched to Crisco because it was better action), lay on my back, and slowly shoved it up my hungry hole. I immediately got extremely hard, and was soon drooling Previn like crazy. I just lay back and gyrated my hips up and down, back and forth, with my hands grabbing the posts on my brass bed. I watched in fascination as the cum exploded out of my dick, which looked bigger than ever, and it flew and flew and flew all over my face and chest. This about 2 in the morning and my family was asleep in the house, and it was really tough not to make any noise. I rode that hammer to 3 more orgasms that night, to the point where I was getting the sensations of an orgasm, but no cum
would shoot out because I was drained. I’d assumed I had been quiet, but the next morning my mother asked me if I had slept well because she heard my bed squeaking for a hours. The mistake I made was hiding the hammer in my underwear drawer with a can of Crisco. I did my own laundry when I was home, but one day my mother was doing laundry and she washed some of my stuff too. She wasn’t the type to snoop in my room because I was a “good kid”, but this day she put my underwear in the drawer and found the hammer, box of large baggies for loafs of bread, and the Crisco. When I got home from a friends house (we were more than friends) she asked me to put my father’s hammer back when I was “done using it”. I was so shocked and humiliated that I got dizzy. She’s from Sweden so she isn’t uptight about sex, and she acted like nothing was wrong, but I could tell she was shocked. After all, imagine finding out that your well behaved, athletic, straight appearing son liked to take it up the tailpipe! She wisely didn’t ask me why I had a hammer and lube in my underwear drawer, and I didn’t give her an explanation. When I was a late teen I decided to tell her I was gay, she just gave a bored look and said “What a surprise!” while rolling her eyes.
