A Suit; Extended

Of course I had helped her, back to her bed; where she could rest and regain her strength. Not just for a new bout of fun and excitement; but because it is the right thing to do, and what I would hope she would do if it had been me in her place.

Once she is resting, safely under the sheets of her bed, I had stepped out of the room. I have to give her space, so that she can rest and sleep.

“Wait, didn’t she wear the suit?” I ponder; realizing the initial mistake, only now.
It is too late to regret the mistake, as well as changing anything I did under the impression that she was safely wearing the suit.

While she needed her rest, I am too excited to just go home and rest. Maybe I could explore my situation, just a little bit closer? I just need to slip out of the suit, before I could change anything. I could still play around with myself, for a moment.

“Maybe I could explore the room, in which we had enjoyed so much!” I ponder; making an effort, not to exclaim what I had in mind for the entire world to hear.

From my experience with Dawn Spire, at least I have a point from which to start. If she is enjoying it, maybe I should too? Incidntally, I had picked up a plug on my way to the room I had intended to explore.

I close the door behind myself, before I do anything. While I do not have a vagina, I still have the rear option remaining to me.

“It is not a riveting plug, or an inflatable one, thankfully!” I ponder, considering the situation as I am alone.

“Should I apply the plug behind the wall or not?” I ponder, as I am looking at the glistering black rubber item in my hand.

I decide to leave the plug on the floor, for a moment; exploring the subject of stretching my rear orifice myself, in the fashion Dawn had expressed such excitement. It is fairly easy to reach back, and slip my fingers into the tight orifice. As a matter of fact; I am incapable of preventing my fingers to slip inside, as firmly as I may push; just as I am equally incapable of pushing my fingers out, after the effect.

Finding the grip is no real challenge, I had known that since I teased dawn. Stretching is just as easy and forthright. Yet, it is in how it feels; that is delivering the excitement.

“No, I will have to hide the plug behind the wall, in order to make the most out of this!” I ponder, realizing what my feelings are in the process.

“While I could slip the plug right in; I fear it is the effect of not reaching it directly, that will deliver me!” I ponder.

I manage to slip in behind the membrane and place the plug firmly against the wall, just where I wanted it. Once the plug is in place, I slip out from behind the membrane, in order to explore what I had before me.

Simply put, I could press my rump up against the plug behind the membrane in the hopes it would simply slide right in. I decided against it, slipping my fingers in and gripping the edge of the orifice in order to spread myself wide. In this manner, I manage to press myself up against the wall and let go, once I know the plug is safely inside.

I press my rump up against the wall, just to make sure I had hit that one sweet spot. As I pull back, I realize I had indeed made it plop. The plug is firmly inside and refuses to just slip out by accident. I would have to make an effort in order to pull free; with that, my back is pressing up against the wall. I can’t just pull free,

Since the plug is holding me to the wall, as if someone had been pushing me in; I can safely lift a foot up, without worrying. I had chosen the right corner, mainly out of convention; but it means I could press one foot up against each wall beside me, instead of merely using the wall behind myself.

Once my feet are pressed up, I feel the membrane giving in; just enough to give me traction towards which to work. I am now safely suspended, two feet from the floor. I spread my toes as much as I can, before I press down my knees with my hands.

The plug had not exactly been cold to the touch, but behind the membrane it is something I could safely ignore. What I had failed to take into account, is what the reaction of the plug would be; once it was warming up from the close contact with my body, for a prolonged period of time. Had I slipped it in to plop in the regular manner; I would have felt the two inch diameter in a somewhat different and more acute manner.

This is a plug, not a dildo crafted to look or feel like a penis, which I am eternally grateful for, it would have given me sensations for which I had not been properly prepared. The plug may be just a toy, but if it had been in the shape of a penis it would still have evoked emotions I am not ready to face.

I lick my lips and bend forwards, intent on seeing how far I could reach. Even if I don’t really have much to play with, it is far more than all the alternatives before me.

With spread fingers, I press the palms of my hands against the right and left walls respectively. In surprise; I realize I am not just excited, I am erect and hard enough to play.

I place my lips on the tip of the head of my penis and kiss it, just to see how it would feel. It is wet and warm, slippery and smooth to the touch. Should I have been shocked? I think not.

As I am kissing the tip of the head of my penis, I part my lips and stars licking it from the tip and outwards. My tongue is feeling wet and hot to the touch, as I feel it while I am licking myself.

As I had licked the entire head and withdrawn my tongue, I slowly push forwards in the hops that I could indeed take at least the head in my mouth. I am eager to explore the sensations and pleasures I imagine will be following suit.

In my excitement, I realize that my lips slowly starts to contract around me; even before I had slipped in an inch. I start to lick the tip of the head, and continues as I push forwards.

“Oh, oh!” I ponder, while I push forwards, then my tongue no longer manage to reach around the tip of the head.

I push forwards, soon rewarded by feeling the head plop. I had managed to push in the head, so I keep pushing. I want to see how far I could push.

Inch by inch, I feel the head slide down my throat; inch by inch, I feel the throat sliding over the head and shaft of my penis. I revel in the triumph of my accomplishment, for all it is worth; enjoying each and every instant of success.

Of course, then comes the end of the push, as I feel the shaft can reach no further. I bounce back, slowly pulling back; only to be stopped, as the head reaches the inside of my mouth.

There is a bounce, each time I hit the end, then I keep slipping and sliding over and over. In the process, I am slowly losing the grip of time.

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