Louis's Self-Love 6
Excited by a new turn of events, Louis decides its time to break out his new, backdoor toy.
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Louis stands in the middle of the living room, naked except for his thigh-high stockings and his arm warmers. His hand trembles as he looks at the many notifications from guys, his phone nearly unstoppable in all the buzzing.
"Holy fuck, you're sexy."
"I wanna pound your bussy."
"Give me that cock."
"I'm so jealous."
And, of course, dick pic after dick pick. His thumb can hardly keep up with all the solicitations, his legs trembling, his knees coming together. He bites his lips, a sinking feeling falling into the pit of his stomach, and he lowers himself to the floor. "O… oh fuck…" he whispers. "Is this all… for me?"
So many men are getting hard for him. So many men are lusting over him. But he's not some cute 20-something twink. No, he's got thinning hair and a potbelly, and his chest and stomach hair is starting to come back in even after a night's rest.
He fumbles through the settings on his phone and hastily turns off the notifications.
He can't have that many people after him. Hell, he can't even imagine one guy wanting him.
He sits back, resting his butt on his heels, leaning back, and taking a few deep breaths.
It's all so overwhelming, but on top of that, he caused himself another big problem.
His cock is rock hard, throbbing, and wanting to be stimulated.
But he's not thinking of it. His ass puckers as he imagines. What could it be? What could it mean?
It's time to break out that device.
He carries all his tools back into the bathroom and pulls a new device from his collection of delights. It is a phallic thing, but smaller than he had expected. It flares out in the middle to make a bulb shape, lined with bumps and lines. The flared base at the bottom stuck out in one direction, and at the end of that direction was a silicone ring.
He sits on the bathtub's rim, frowning, sliding his thumb over the device. He then lifts up the accompanying remote. Just a simple thing with only a few buttons.
He places it aside and pulls out another device. This one is a tiny little hose. He gulps when he looks it over, shrugs, and gets the lube. "Well, might as well be clean about it," he admits.
Filled with water, the douche bulb rests in his hand. He lathers up and ends up with tons of lube, and he gets on his hands and knees.
He bites his lip as he slides the thing along his crack, tracing down along the length until he finds a point of ingress. He pushes forward, deep, deeper, and deeper still.
His cock stiffens a bit as it gets past a certain point, but he wants to make sure it's up in there. There are horror stories that he reads, and he wants to avoid all of them.
He squeezes the bulb, and the water shoots up from different openings in the tube, spraying him down. He gasps, his toes curling. He falls further down, his head upon his towel. His breath quickens as he holds onto the thing, squeezing as hard as he can until the last of the water is done.
He pushes his glasses back up on his eyes and reads over the instructions. "Okay…" he gulps. "Now… just… get rid of it."
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The toilet flushes, and Louis takes a deep breath, puffing out his chest. He's never felt so clean before. Never seemed so empty. What a magical cure-all this would be. Now, he looks to the item he wants to put into himself, that ridged and bulbous thing. It is time. He sits on the edge of the tub, confident that his butt is nice and clean for the first time in his life, and he pours a copious amount of lubrication over the toy. He slathers it up with the palm of his head, leaving the device glistening and ready to be inserted.
Sure, he had toyed around with having his finger up inside himself before. Still, as he lays himself on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, he can't help but wonder what a dedicated toy would be like. He presses the thing to his hole, but it doesn't push forward. He grunts, going deep, but it doesn't penetrate. Glancing at his glistening finger, he shudders and reaches down, searching for his hole.
He finds it, slipping the lubed-up thing in, swirling around, and pulling out.
He inspects his finger, ready to be grossed out, but it is clean.
"Damn…" he says. "That stuff actually works!"
Pleased with himself, he lifts his legs in the air, spreading them out, reaching down to spread a cheek, and then pressing the head of his device up against his butt. He can push it up into himself this time by rolling and coaxing.
"A… aaaah!?" he gasps, actually moans! "Hofuck…" he huffs, panting heavily. "I… is this what it is…?" He asks, pushing deeper and deeper until the widest part of the dildo pushes through him, and the thinner bit slips right in!
"Gah…. Ha… haha…” The flared base is the only thing keeping it from going further into himself. He's as far as it would go, and the pressure he feels there… feels rather nice.
He slips his finger through the ring's loop, stretching the silicone out. He coaxes his rock-hard cock to fall into that ring and slides the thing fully around his base.
As soon as he does, he can admire the tightness, the reddening of his cock, and the way his veins are more pronounced.
He strokes up by the head and winces. "AgAah…" it's so fucking sensitive. Unlike any other time, he had done anything like this.
But that wasn't the finale of this experiment.
No, he finds himself lifting the remote up, looking the thing straight in the eye, licking his slip, and parting them, huffing out a breath.
"And here… we… go!"