The Captain

He looked both ways up and down the busy street before stepping out into the darkening night. The door to the sex shop clicked shut and he was sure everyone could tell what was in the bag under his arm. Hurrying back to the car, Tom felt slightly disgusted with himself, not only for his purchase, but for how he knew he would look in an hours time.

Tom lived alone in his first apartment since moving out of the family home. With no money to really furnish the place, it resembled more of a den than the bachelor pad he’d envisaged. Thankfully he didn’t have many visitors and was left to his own devices. At weekends he’d go out drinking with the lads from the rugby team, and spend his hung over mornings watching porn and seeing how long he could hold off from cumming.

Athletic in build and equipped with a solid 8 inches of cock, Tom never had trouble satisfying a woman. He was blessed with an empathetic nature which had evolved into a giving lovers touch; he gained immense satisfaction from making his girlfriends come in his face as he sucked, slurped and coaxed them to organism.

Back in the safety of his car, Tom risked a peak at the bold purchase he’d just made. The 9 inch realistic cock dildo looked as appealing as it had on the shelf. Tom looked around to make sure no one was watching and tore into the packaging.