Hello,
I’m Kyle. This is my first post ever. This is a true story that I did last night. For some info, I’m gay and I have a boyfriend. His name is Austin. Please enjoy the story. It took me about 30 minutes to write and another 25 to reread it over and over to make edits.


Late one night, I was tired and wanted to sleep. I wobbled on exhausted legs into the bathroom after a long, restless day. I stood over the toilet, doing my business. I flushed and turned around heading upstairs.I went upstairs and undressed down to my boxers.
Not wanting to stretch out my boxers, I slowly pulled them off, folding them and placing them neatly to my side where I could get them and not have to fumble around to try to put them on straight. Then I went to business.
I slowly started stroking my not yet erect member slowly with my first two fingers. Slowly but surely, it got harder and harder, my toes tightening with anticipation.
I rub my hand against my bed cover, searching by touch for my sharpie. Finally, I had it.
I lifted my knees up, revealing my tight, eager, virgin hole, teasing the rim with the end of the sharpie before attempting to push it in. Not much luck.
Apparently going in dry was not an option that one, horny night. My aggravated hole tightening up, creating a virtually impassable barrier. So, I grabbed the paper towel that I slyly put to my side and folding it once in half. I brought it to my mouth and let out a glob of spit, rubbing the end of the sharpie into it. I did this maybe 3 times over, repeating the same steps; Spit, touch, turn, glide, turn, spit, repeat.
Finally, it was ready.
Placing the papertowel to the side, I once again lifted my knees, my toes wiggling with joy.