It was his secret. His own private fetish, one he didn’t dare share with anyone.

No one knew.

Walking through the hotel suite, he snapped the lights out and pulled the drapes open, savoring the glow from the nearby buildings. They cast a pale light into his room, lighting his way just enough.

He was still private about it, even within himself. Still carried some shame even though he had been doing it for years now.

Crossing the room to his bag, he rummaged around until he felt the familiar case. His fingers tingled as he plucked it from its spot. A pretty black case for his pretty black toy.

As he unzipped the container, he thought back to that first time, when he’d been so lonely it physically hurt. He remembered calling the 800 number and charging the call to his credit card while his ears burned bright red, and his stomach rolled.

It was an ad in the back of a random porn magazine for phone sex -- fetish phone sex. And while he’d never had a fetish, he didn’t feel like satisfying his needs with something vanilla.

Vanilla was for love.

He had no love. Only empty beds.

The girl’s voice had been sultry, he recalled, and she told him to get into the tub. He’d done so with knees trembling and his belly a roaring pit of fire. So innocent, they all called him. Virtuous. Voted most likely to be a virgin on his wedding night.

So he stepped into his fixation unknowingly. She said things that made him blush but made him hard. And in some detached way, loved.

There was an orgasm, washed warmly away by the spray of a shower, and as he was preparing to end his call, the girl mentioned ‘it.’

“Have you ever had an enema, baby boy?”

It was a frantic rush to speak, to formulate words. His body was still tingling with desire, and at eighteen, his dick was already raring to go again. He was unsure what she meant, but turned on as his body twitched with curiosity. 

“A what?”

“Cute little southern boy,” she cooed into the line. “An enema, baby doll. You do know what it is, no?”

Lance sat up a little straighter in the tub, blinking the water from his eyes. He thought he knew. But it made little sense to him.

At first.

“Darlin, you listen to me. You head on out and buy yourself one. Then you call up here and we’ll walk you through a mind blowing orgasm alright?”

He wasn’t so sure ... in fact, he was downright confused as to what she could possibly mean. A hand and a sexy voice was all he needed ...

Right?

Lance mumbled good-bye and masturbated again. Because he could.

The next day, he tried to carve out a spot of time to pick one up. But he didn’t exactly know where to go ... or what to get.

A chance stop led him to paradise, and he snuck into the pharmacy, loading up a basket with random items, casually tossing the enema bag in as well.

His heart was thudding too loudly, he thought, and a persistent blush covered his cheeks as he paid for his items.

It was pink, and rubbery, and Lance stared at it for a long time when they got to the next hotel. And he’d called that number as soon as the show was done, and he begged out of going out to another club where he’d just be shunned by the girls, made fun of by the guys, and made to feel an outcast in every way.

He wanted some mind blowing orgasm.

So he climbed into the tub with the pink object, and stared at it for a long time before dialing the number. Lazily, he ran his hand over his dick, debating as the water pelted him.

“Fuck it,” he garbled, dialing quickly.

A different girl, but she lead him directly to the wicked ways. Filling the bag was intriguing, and when she told him what he was going to do ... he almost backed out.

Because there was no way in hell *that* was going to feel good.

He stared at the nozzle for several minutes as the voice on the other end encouraged him, guided him to delirious waters.

All Lance could think to say was “Is this gonna hurt?” because he’d never gone *there* before and *there* seemed a little tight.

“Ease on in baby,” the voice had curled. “Got any lube?”

Lance was half aghast, half determined. “No,” he muttered as he pressed the hose in slowly. He was so hard it hurt, and he gasped as sharp tingles raged around him. “Oww,” he complained, draping his legs over the tub side to gain better access. His eyes screwed shut and he forged ahead as the voice slithered into his ear, urging him along.

It was a fucked feeling that made his eyes roll. Squishy and warm. The hose pressed against him unmercifully and he squirmed. Muscles tensed and relaxed -- his cock was straining and he couldn’t breath anymore. The steam surrounded him and his head cracked back against the tile. He wanted to curse out to God but no words would emerge.

A squeak was it.

“It’s okay baby,” the girl giggled. “Let it go. Don’t hold it in or it won’t work. Just relax and stroke your cock okay?”

Lance bit his lip so hard it bled, but he managed to cradle his phone between his shoulder and neck and wrap his fingers around his cock.

The water oozed inside of him, and he moaned with each trip his hand made.

Combined with the voice uttering into him, he was lost, swimming for a place he’d never dared go. And then he sprang up as the nozzle pressed against something. Something delicious. And he came instantly. Huge, long spurts that made nearly made him black out.

The phone dropped into the water, and his body fell into a ridiculously deep air of satisfaction.


A new phone and three years later, Lance had graduated to a sleek black bag that he carried everywhere.

He’d also graduated to Justin and while love was good to him, he ached to let Justin in on it. To grab Justin and show him how good it could be.

Glancing at the clock, he realized Justin would be there any second.  Determination set in his eyes as he reaffirmed his decision to let this last wall between them break down.

He stripped naked and wandered into the bathroom to wait.

“Lance?”

The call rang out and Lance swallowed down his anxiety, his reservations at letting Justin see all of him.

“In here,” he replied, stroking the nozzle of his toy gently.

“Hey!” Justin poked his head in with a grin. “You’re naked! I like!” He was naked in seconds, a glimmer of lust already in his blue eyes.

Lance watched carefully for Justin's expression to change when he saw the bag.

“What’s that?” Justin said finally, pointing with an inquisitive look.

“Glad you asked,” Lance said in a low voice, his eyes glowering with resolve. “Wanna take a shower?”

Justin grinned and stepped in happily, all too eager to be with Lance.

Steam folded over them as kisses were exchanged, as slick bodies wrapped around one another, as hands traveled languidly over wet flesh.

“Sit,” Lance demanded. He licked his lips and shivered as huge, trusting eyes stared at him. “It’s okay,” he said gently, rubbing Justin’s arm. “It’s going to be better than okay.” He smiled as a promise, and watched as Justin slid down to the tub floor.

He was deliberate, tender as he licked Justin’s chest. He drew the nozzle over Justin’s stomach and watched for reaction.

“Wha??”

“I’m gonna blow your mind,” Lance said, draping the rubber bag over Justin’s thigh.

Justin had some hesitation -- Lance could see -- but he was willing, and didn’t flinch when Lance filled the toy up.

Carefully, Lance lifted Justin’s legs and draped them over the tub’s rim. And he kissed the qualms away with reassuring lips.

One finger, nothing new, as Justin smiled and relaxed into Lance. Two fingers and Justin was rocking, his cock hard and his palms flush against the tub’s floor.

A whisper into Justin’s ear, and Lance was ready to share. “I love you,” he said as he slid the black hose into Justin. His thumb and forefinger held it steady as he stared at Justin’s face.

A low whimper and a clutch of Lance’s shoulder, and Lance observed carefully for signs to stop.

But Justin rolled with it, lolling his head to the side and muttering heatedly into the air -- clawing at Lance with ferocity. It was fascinating to see Justin’s mouth drop and his body shake. It was beauty and a beast all at once.

It scorched Lance to the core, and he ducked to take Justin into his mouth, enjoying the feral sounds toppling from his man. He listened to Justin’s moans, and cries, and it made him want to see.

Sex ruled the room and Lance leaned back to watch, curious to see if Justin would come without touch. Wondering how much he could take.

Lance wrapped his fingers in Justin’s curls and pushed his head down, untamed in the whirl of exploration that was taking place -- in awe of this new world. Justin’s cock was jutting up and Lance wondered ...

“Did you ever suck yourself?” he whispered, forcing Justin's head down lower, prodding his bendable side -- knowing Justin well enough to know he possessed that freaky flexibility to maneuver in odd positions.

It was a tease, perhaps, another level Lance was interested in. But thoughts were gone, and he watched as Justin’s lips found the tip of his own cock and sucked. Something snapped when he saw the unimaginable -- the cliche and the fantasy. Something broke him in two as the lips he loved so much wrapped around the swollen head -- and when Justin’s tongue poked out to lap at the tip, Lance trembled.

He nearly dropped the bag as he scrutinized the erotic scene before him, surrounded by heat and haze, by mind-numbing images. Lance grabbed his dick and tugged at it, begging for reprieve. Needing to feel an orgasm rumble away from him. The vision of Justin was so pleasing -- so sexual -- it charged him like nothing before.

It was erotic and odd, sensual but hot, fiery but full of fetish. And Lance was careful as he slid the hose in and out, slowly, with purpose. He wanted to drag Justin to the limit.

Justin whimpered helplessly as he came on his own lips in a sudden rush of sensation. Lance blinked as Justin’s lips coated with come, and he pushed Justin back to kiss it away as his hand moved over Justin's fingers, pushing his own orgasm to the forefront.

It was over too quickly, Lance thought, as he slid the nozzle out of Justin, and he kissed Justin’s forehead lightly, sighing into it.

Over. He’d broken that last secret, the last shred of his fears gone.

“That was ...” Lance stared, anxious to cuddle with Justin and feel secure.

“Fucking amazing,” Justin finished, pulling his eyes open to stare at Lance contentedly “And you are amazing.”


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