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Arakita would cut down his own arm and eat it raw before admitting how much he loves taking it from behind. How he ended up like that? It was still a mystery to him, but if he looked back into the sequence of funny events in the past six months it made some sense.
He started out of curiosity. It had been a heated afternoon and his hormones wouldn't give him a break. 4 pm and his parents wouldn't be coming back till 8 or 9; they went out with his younger sisters to a birthday party from one kid from their class. He heard something about movies and other things he doesn't give a shit. What mattered was that he had the house for him himself, which was good because the damn hormones decided that it was ok to punch him in the gut so hard that he hadn't been this horny in forever. No matter how much he wanked it off it wouldn't go down and he was getting very frustrated and angry. It didn't feel like it was enough, far from it, he wanted to get off more and more.
His shorts had already been disposed into a far corner of his room, shirt rolled up and teeth biting hard on the fabric. The teen rutted against the bed, he didn't bother to put a towel under him, the bed sheets were a mess already and another dark spot won’t cause much more damage. His brow narrowed in concentration as his hips moved with more fervor. “Fuck” he grunted and with help of his arms he raised his upper body and continued to rock his hips; the pleasure accumulated in his lower body the more his dick was rubbed against the mattress. It felt good but not enough and he was already losing his composure because of it. His thrust became more forceful and erratic making the bed creak, and he let go of his shirt, now wet with saliva. He didn't want to know how he looked, probably like some kind of wild animal in heat, he felt like once at least. That had been a bad decision; he got more excited but wasn't getting enough to feel satisfied.
Arakita didn't think of anything or anyone when he masturbated; instead, he preferred to concentrate in the sensation. So it happened often that random stuff would pop up in his mind. Random stuff like fragments of conversations, things someone said and bothered him. Normally he would brush it off and focus in getting off. The problem right now was that he couldn't get out of his head a chat he overheard between two guys of the cycling club. He had been at the rollers for at least an hour and was by all means exhausted; so exhausted that he didn't even want to shout at the approaching guys for being too damn loud.
Those two were having the kind of conversation where you need to stop and wonder what are we trying to achieve with this? The little shits were having a gay talk, which was perfectly normal, perfectly normal when you are pissed drunk and kilometers away from the cycling club. It simply was not right; there is a place and time for everything. But that didn't forbid Arakita to suddenly gain interest in how good his hearing was. Most of their talk was the reassurance of them being completely heterosexual and ladies men “Sureeee” if had rolled up his eyes any more he would have ended up with some serious eye injury. Then completely heterosexual dude 1 said something about a prostate thing and “that’s why gay dudes do it, bro!” “eww, no fucking way” “I’m telling you…” it went like that for a while; Arakita was amused by these two unknown idiots till he heard completely heterosexual dude 2 got serious and asked if the other ever considered doing it with a dude aaand Arakita was leaving the building, wooah was the sky always this blue? What a nice sky… he’s gonna leave the cycling club and open an astrology club because the sky is too fucking nice.
He isn't going to lie here, the concept of the prostate thing have always raised some interest in him but it felt so fucking weird that he always chickened out. But when you are hornier than a 13 year old looking at first playboy a little bit of pain or discomfort aint nothing. If it bothered him too much his boner would die down and he wouldn't have to hump his pillow like an animal in heat and if he liked it well he hadn't give much thought to that possibility. It wasn't a bad idea, so why the fuck not?
Holding to that thought like his life depended on it, he lay on his back and took the lubricant he hid in an empty space under his bed. His hands were shaking and his breath got caught in his throat when his fingertips trailed down the v line of his pelvis. He stopped a couple of seconds to remember he has to breathe and punish himself mentally, fuck! Why was he so nervous anyway? It wasn't anything out of this world; a good quantity of people does this they wouldn't if it didn't felt good… right?
His lubed hands travel lower than he usually lets them and his teeth clenched hard enough to defy the hardness of a diamond. He pushed a finger inside and hissed because fuuuck this feels weird, too weird. This is happening, this really happening holy shit! He also was too tight, he would probably snap his finger if he continued and what was he gonna say to the team? Sorry guys I won’t be able to bike for a while because I broke my fingers shoving them up my asshole. Fuck no, like hell he will say that.
Maybe he needed to relax, he was way too tensed. Nothing out of this world, remember. He remembered how to breathe properly and sunk his nervousness deep in the back of his mind. He tried again… it was much more easy now but it still felt weird and invasive. His erection hadn't go soft, which was interesting and slightly disturbing; he sighed and set a slow pace to make him used to having something inside, let his muscles relax. It was working somehow so he thought it was fine to add a second finger. He added more lube and pumped his erection that was aching for attention. He looked down while he pushed his fingers inside and he let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding. His eyes opened up as he went deeper, his other hand went straight to muffle whatever sound might come off him. His senses became oversensitive; he could feel the heat and clenching of his insides around him so clearly. This was all new to him, it didn't even matter that he wasn't getting any sort of satisfaction from this; but realizing how vulnerable he felt like in that situation made him tremble and crave for more of, of whatever this was.
Not wanting to strain himself, he slowly started pushing in and out going a little further each time. There was a burning sensation but it wasn't unpleasant and could tell he was getting looser and numb with the time passing. Then he considered the option to freak out stop and try to pass it off as fault of the summer heat. Except he wanted to continue, he had already gone this far he should as well see the end of this. He wanted, no, needed to test his limits, see how far he could go on this craziness, even if it meant dying of embarrassment later.
He tried speeding up things and thrust rougher than before this which made him whimper. That…was also new. He never whimpers or lets out embarrassing sounds when he masturbates, he normally grunts and swears, sometimes he moans but never more. Well, except when he continues stroking himself even after he has come and his cock is too sensitive keep going but still enjoying the sweet torture. Arakita didn't stop moving his hand and finally felt some kind of pleasure kick in. Arakita couldn't hold his voice down for his dear life and didn't know if the scarlet on his face and neck were from the agitation or the embarrassment he felt for making porn like moans. He arched his back and covered his sight with his arm, no longer caring how whorish his voice was anymore. He had to lift his arm just to check how rock hard he was and see a small pool of pre-come lie in his belly.
His wrist was hurting a bit but the desire to get off was stronger to stop then. His hips trusted nothing while cock leaked more; he wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. No point covering his moans now, he has recently discovered that he likes being loud and this might be one of the only times he will be able to enjoy that to the fullest. Arakita started going as deep as he could and scissored himself. “Fuck” that had felt good. His breathing was now irregular and his hips met his thrusts in time “ah ah ah ngh! Fucking shit!” He raised his legs for a more accessible position and the movements of his hand turned rougher searching for the small pain from earlier when
“Aaangh f-fuckkk” A high pitched moan escaped from his lips while he arched his body and rolled his head to bite on a pillow. That had taken him by surprise. His body was still shaking and his head felt light. Arakita rested a few seconds to catch his breath and gulped down saliva that wasn't there because his mouth was dry. That had felt really fucking good and he worried for a millisecond if it was supposed to feel that great. Oh, so that’s why they do it, uh? A twitch from his cock reminded him he had something to finish. He bites harder on his pillow and when he touches the same spot that made him see goddamn starts earlier another wave of white pleasure runs though him leaving him almost breathless. Too far gone, he didn't even notice when he opened his legs wider and his free hand grabbed the sheets above him.
He was a mess, trashing his head to side to side, his legs trembling and weak and him crying out intangible because he couldn't stop moaning and sobbing. He was going to lose his voice here and he couldn't give a damn about it. Leaving the bed sheets alone, he grabbed his dick and stoked himself hard enough to be in the verge of pain. At some point he had added another finger and when his thump pressed the tip of his erection it became too much. Long spurts of sperm dirtied his hand and stomach. His senses were overloaded; he had never come that hard on his entire life and it took him a few minutes to get down to earth. Arakita brushed off the tears and cleaned the mess on his belly. He squeaked when he took his fingers out, he felt so empty and exposed but more satisfied than ever. He was exhausted and didn't feel like moving in a long time.
From that day onwards the way he touched himself had an interesting turn. Which leads to this day, the day where he is staring dumb folded the box in front of him. He bought a vibrator. He bought a f.u.c.k.i.n.g. p.i.n.k. v.i.b.r.a.t.o.r.