I 'm Art, a sixteen-year-old boy making discoveries with online porn. At first, I looked at straight porn, but later stumbled upon some bisexual porn. I was fascinated by the various three-way encounters and was surprised how often men ended up getting it up the ass – sometimes from a woman using a strapon and sometimes from a guy. What I didn't get, was just why the guy getting it seemed to like it.

About the same time I discovered some adult toy sites and browsed the catalog. When I clicked on "anal toys" I saw an amazing assortment of things to stick up the ass – butt plugs, dildos, anal beads, vibrators – all in many shapes and sizes. What could possibly feel so good?

I certainly couldn't order any of those anal toys, but it struck me that a variety of household items might work. I started looking around for suitable objects. The first I found in a desk drawer was a metal tube that once contained a cigar. It was about 3/4" in diameter and 7" long, with a rounded tip.

I took it into the bathroom and lubed it up with my mother's lotion. I pressed it into me, finding the feeling very strange at first. I stroked it in and out and it began to feel better. I began to stroke my cock and as I got aroused it felt even better. I came, and from that point on I knew I liked anal. I cleaned up the cigar tube and took it to my room. For the next week the cigar tube was my partner for every jack-off. Meanwhile I looked for something a bit larger, but not too large. I went through my sister's room when she was gone and found a vibrator. That was my next jack-off companion! It felt wonderful – especially when buzzing, but I had to be careful not to turn it on when others were nearby, so I could only fully enjoy it when I was alone. Even without turning it on, the wider thickness felt wonderful, and left me wanting more!

The biggest drawback was that I had to put it back in my sister's room afterward, so she wouldn't discover it missing. That limited my access to it. One day I was in a grocery store, helping my mother, when I happened to see lots of opportunities in the produce department. There were a many vegetables that might feel just great up my ass – carrots and cucumbers, though most of the cucumbers looked way too big. Then I saw zucchini's – they came in all sizes, from monsters four inches across to small ones about an inch in diameter. They were also very inexpensive, compared to the anal toys I saw online.

I resolved that a zucchini was the answer for me. The next day I went to the grocery store alone and picked out a zucchini of the right diameter. It was awkward using it in the bathroom, so I tried it in my bedroom, where I had more room to move. That worked out perfectly. I could kneel on the bed and place one end of the zucchini on the bed and the other on my hole and press down on it as I jacked-off. Once in, I could ride it to a strong climax. The bathroom was the safest place to jack-off, but my bedroom was safe as well because my parents respected my privacy, and rarely even came to the door. If they wanted something, they would just yell for me to come downstairs.

I found that a zucchini would usually last me about a week before I needed to replace it. It was the perfect jack-off companion, and of course very discrete. I used to jack-off with friends, but they would talk about it and I didn't like word getting around – this was completely safe – or so I thought.

One day Jeff, my best friend, came to visit. I was upstairs jacking-off and didn't expect him. My mother let him in and told him I was upstairs in my room. Jeff opened the door quietly and saw me riding a zucchini while jacking-off. He quietly entered my room and closed the door behind him. I heard the door close and was alarmed to see him standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Wow Art," he said, "I didn't know you were gay!"

"I'm not," I insisted "It's not what you think."

"Well, it sure looks to me like you're fuckin' yourself in the ass," Jeff return, "And that's pretty gay."

"Jeff," I pleaded, "You gotta keep this between us."

"Of course I will," assured Jeff, "We're best friends, but since you are gay how about doing me a favor?"

"I'm not gay," I said, "But what do you want me to do?"

Jeff rubbed his crotch and said, "Suck my cock, that's all."

"That's all!!!???" I protested, "I'm no cocksucker and I'm not gay."

"Okay," replied Jeff, "Let's say you aren't gay, but if you can take it up the ass, why not try it in your mouth – a lot of guys really like that."

He had something there. I recall seeing a lot of pictures of blowjobs and wondering why the suckers seemed to like it so much – maybe I would too. Now that Jeff saw me plugging my ass, I was in a pretty weak bargaining position.

"Hypothetically," I said, "Suppose I sucked you – can I count on you to keep it just between us."

"Hell yeah," Jeff promised, as he unzipped and took out his cock, "Now how about a hypothetical blowjob? You can still fuck your ass while you suck me."

I turned toward Jeff as he approached me.

Normally I would never have considered this, but in my aroused state I was more willing to try it. I recalled seeing gay porn with guys appearing to really love sucking, and as Jeff's cock got to my lips, they willingly parted to receive him. Once in my mouth, I was surprised to find how good it felt – like it really belonged there. Maybe cocks and mouths were supposed to be together, and this was simply a very natural thing to do.

I sucked, perhaps unskillfully, but Jeff was moaning as I did and encouraging me. I rode the zucchini and stroked at the same time – this was the most I'd ever been aroused. Then Jeff shot his load into my mouth. It was really strong tasting – unlike anything else, but I swallowed eagerly and then shot my own load all over my blanket. I usually caught my cum in a tissue, but sucking Jeff changed my whole routine.

I'd just had the strongest climax of my life, and I knew I wanted to do it again – until the guilt and shame hit me!

I just sucked of a guy! That wasn't something a straight guy would ever do. I just wanted to get away, but I was in my own room – no place to get away to!

"Damn!" said Jeff, "That was a super blowjob – you're really good!"

"I need to be alone, Jeff," I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "You did really great!"

"I should never have done that," I said, "Please leave me alone for now."

Jeff left and a wondered if he would tell anyone – if he did, my life would be ruined. In a few minutes the bad feelings passed, and I found myself thinking fondly of sucking Jeff – but still worrying about my secret getting out.

The next day at school I saw Jeff, and he apologized to me for taking advantage of our friendship.

"My main concern," I said, "Is you telling others – this needs to just stay between us."

I didn't want to tell him that I really wanted to continue sucking him, but hoped he would talk me into it.

"Art, if you want, we can just put it behind us," he said, "And pretend it never happened."

"It's part of our friendship," I said, "So it shouldn't be forgotten." I said that without much thought, and once spoken I was afraid Jeff might take is as an invitation.

"I'm really glad you feel that way," he said, "Can we do it again after school?"

I felt that I should tell him "no", but I really wanted to do it, so I just nodded in consent.

After school Jeff came to my room and I undressed and got out a zucchini and some lube. Jeff was curious and wanted to see me insert it, so I turned my ass to him as I bent over and slipped it in. He asked if he could work it and I agreed. That was another wonderful discovery! Jeff working it into me felt a lot better than doing it myself!

I soon got hard and Jeff said it was time for me to stroke. I got on my knees and rode the zucchini as I sucked Jeff once again. I realized that this wasn't something Jeff talked me into – it was something I really wanted, and was grateful for a good friend like him.

Soon Jeff came, and I enjoyed the manly taste of his seed, swallowing gratefully. We repeated that every day after school and our friendship was stronger than ever!

One day a little after I began sucking Jeff he suggested that he fuck me. He stepped back and I turned around. Jeff removed the zucchini and slipped inside me. It was the best thing I'd felt so far! Then he began to stroke pushed back to meet him as he did. It was over too soon as Jeff put his hands on my hips and thrust in deep and unloaded in my bowels.

From that point on, I never needed zucchinis again – just Jeff!

Special thanks to my online friend Neal Dickenson for inspiring this story.



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