NOVEL NEXT Self Love (18+)
After returning the scooter I walked with my heavy backpack to the dorm and unloaded my new belongings. I hid my new toys and the lube I packed in my dresser so that if my dorm mate showed up I wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed. I set the new lock in my shower bag, dumping the trash in the small bin I had on my side of the room. Soon enough I was back in the kitchen. Greg came up to me as I was unpacking that steak.
“Hey, that looks delicious. Someone is a big spender.” He leaned on the counter next to me as I sorted through the spices that were readily available for everyone to use. I grabbed cumin, coriander, salt, pepper, and garlic powder. I put it on the steak and rubbed it into the flesh. I had the communal cast iron pan heated up and ready for it. Already a thin layer of sizzling butter filled the air with its delicious aroma. I would have a cheat day.
“Oh I’m celebrating. First day in the dorm. Met a few nice people. Should I include you in that?” I smirked at Greg as I moved around him and set the steak sizzling on the pan.
“Oh, I’m sure that you’ll want me around when it comes to study season. Ten to one that I have already finished your course. I got notes from all the classes I’ve taken. I do charge though.” He smiled and pulled out an apple that was wrapped up from the eldest fridge. Crunching into it he waited for me to take the bait.
The desire to do well in class filled me, “Ok I’ll bite, what do you charge.”
He smiled and swallowed the bite of an apple. “I hate having to cook. I’ll bring the supplies but my study mates have to cook meals for me. Sometimes I even bring enough for two.” He crunched another mouthful as I eyed the steak thinking.
“I might be interested, but why would you offer that to someone that you don’t even know if they can cook anything. I might just burn this steak to a crisp you don’t know.” I put in a little more butter that I had bought as I flipped the steak. The heavenly smell of the seared spices wafting into the air. “Well, I guess that shoots my argument in the foot.”
“Look, it doesn’t have to be great food, I just don’t want to cook and clean after. It should be quite an easy choice for such a young man to make. Every foot up counts.” He let me think about it as he slowly ate the apple. My focus on the steak to make sure it would be perfect.
“Well how do I know your notes are worth my time. What if I wanted a sample huh?” I pulled the steak off and set it on the plate I was using to rest. I kept my eye on it as I waited for the pan to start to cool. The great thing about cast iron being the ease to clean it. “You prove to me that it's worth it and I’ll think about helping you stay fed.” I rinsed off the pan and scrubbed it gently. Then I took my butter seared steak to the table and started to dig in.
The umami was immediate and the salt flooded and enhanced it. The juices of the meat exploded across my tongue and coated every taste bud in delicious heaven. I moaned loudly as I looked at Greg, “That's a damn fine steak Greg. Best I’ve ever had.” I cut another bite and let it drip butter and juices back onto the plate as I slowly moved it to my lips and chewed, playing up the foodgasm. Rolling my eyes as the apple nearly fell from Greg’s hand.
“Well…” He cleared his throat and looked away. The smell and lure of the food filled the air between us. “I have a notebook from the first week of each class. Which one would you like most?”
“Do you have a Programming Fundamentals notebook?” I slowed my knife and fork as I enjoyed the wonderful steak. “System Analysis and Design maybe?”
He nodded, swallowing his drool, “I do. I’ll loan you one for a bite of that steak. I’ll grab a fork.”
I smiled as he practically ran to the drawer of silverware. He rifled and grabbed a bigger fork probably aiming for a bigger bite out of this. I didn’t mind, I was getting a little full now that I was halfway through the steak. As Greg settled into his seat I could see his bald spot peaking out. His thinner hair was like salt and pepper as he settled in. His trimmed well manicured beard on his face made his chin a little stronger than it might otherwise be.
I held one hand out for the fork he chose and he handed it to me. I slowly sawed off a nice large bite making sure it had a smattering of fat and a little spread of spices just shy of burned. Then I flipped the fork’s handle out to him and waited for him to take it. His hands almost seemed sweaty as he picked it from my hand. It reminded me of the dogs desperate for a snack that was slowly being handed to them. The vibration of excitement. He slid the morsel into his mouth and closed his mouth.
As he chewed his eyes fluttered closed as the flavor exploded on his tongue. He groaned deep and throaty as he gripped the fork. “Mmmmmm damn that’s good boy.” He looked at me appraisingly and the rest of the steak. The gears turning in his head on how to get the rest of it. “What other classes did you have coming up to start with?”
I cut a piece and slowly chewed it as he kept his eyes glued on the meat. “Just some basics, nothing I need help on.”
I could see him deflate as Jose wandered into the room. His nose tilted up as if he was sniffing the air and what caused the room to smell so good. “Damn someone invited a chef in here? It usually smells like ramen and ass.”
“It's the new guy, you gotta try this steak. It's the best damn thing I’ve eaten in months.” I smacked Greg’s hand as he went to spear another piece of meat.
“I cooked for you last month Greg.” Jose looked mock offended. I was starting to see the lonely older man before me just trying to have someone take care of him. I snatched his fork out of his hand and cut him another slice.
“I stand by my statement. Tim, right? Will you spare a piece for our supervisor?” Greg cut himself off with the next bite of steak and groaned again.
“Jesus, don’t blow a load in your pants Greg.” Jose sat down with a fork and looked at me expectantly.
“Well, he is giving me a couple notebooks for a couple bites. What are you gonna give me?” I asked, spearing another piece on my fork.
“Well, I gave you that tour earlier. And that hint about the showers.” His voice was full of hope and I gave into the puppy dog eyes he gave me. I cut him a slice and handed it to him.
“For the tip,” I looked at my rapidly disappearing steak and the two men at the table with me.
Jose moaned in such a way I felt my ears flush and go hot. “Fuck me, that is damn near perfect. Not even Grizzo’s has that good of steak.” Jose set a hand on my shoulder and leaned in, it was like a mountain looming over me, “You’re not gonna eat all that right?”
“I’ve practically given half of it to you two.” I tried to shrug off his powerful hand but he kept it in place. “It’s mine.” I pulled my plate away from the two questing forks and shoved one more bite into my mouth. I stuck my tongue out at them and they both pouted. I could feel how insincere they both were.
I tried to shovel more in my mouth but there was too much left. So rolling my eyes I slid it back between them and they descended on it like vultures fighting for a carcass. I laughed after I swallowed the last bite I had and washed my fork. “Plate is all yours to clean guys.”
They didn’t call back and protest as I could hear the scrape of forks on the plate, probably for the last morsel. I walked to my room and noticed that I still had no dorm mate and my mind filled with the one thing I really wanted to do. I closed and locked the door to the dorm and looked at it all, finally alone. I grabbed a towel and laid it on the bed. Excitement was already building in me as I grabbed and opened the toys bringing them to the bathroom for a quick wash before use. The warm water ran over my hands and the toys as I wondered how they would feel.
Letting them dry I pulled off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was thin, nearly hairless thanks to diving needing me to shave all the time. My stomach had two long stretches of muscles for abs and barely any pecs to speak of on my chest. My pink nipples were hard in the somewhat chilly air of the small bathroom. I turned and looked at my body from the side. Thin waist and hips that barely gave me a nearly girlish figure as I fully turned and looked at my back.
Long lithe muscles ran from my shoulders down to the lower back ending above my soft bubble butt. I grabbed myself and pulled at the soft flesh the way Derrick used to touch me when we would kiss. Memories of his old man’s cologne he stole from his dad filled my mind. The thick hair he was able to grow brushing my chin and lips. Shaking my head I kept studying my body. My legs were hairless and ran down to petite feet with soft, well taken care of nails. My hands were uncalloused from any hard work as the only thing I had done with them was work on homework and computers.
I grew excited at being able to just stand somewhere naked and alone without anyone barging in on me at any moment. I grew hard and teasingly wrapped my hand around myself. The other snaked further down to grab my small sack. I massaged both as I leaned against the open door, starting to build up the excitement that I would soon be indulging in. I squeezed just hard enough to cause a little pain, something I had never shared with anyone, was that I enjoyed it.
I stopped myself as I started to feel the whispers of an orgasm and walked to the bed with the toys in hand. Feeling adventurous I remembered what Veronica had said the egg could be used for and I turned it on its lowest setting as I lay back and messaged my nipples with the vibrator. It sent electric tingles through my flesh as I groped myself and twisted my nipples after they were tantalized by vibrations. Feeling it against the head of my cock wasn’t as exciting as I had hoped it would be so I soon abandoned that. There was only one more place to try.
I turned it off and bent myself over the bed. I lubed up the toy, reached back and pushed it through my tight asshole. I had to force it past and through the resistance my body was giving. Then it was in. Immediately the sense of fullness and pressure on the inside of my guts was electrifying, sending blissful waves through my stomach. My eyes rolled back as it fully submerged in me, the only way to retrieve it was the small ring at the end of the string. I wasn’t brave enough to turn on the vibrations yet. That settled, I laid on my back every movement of my body made me feel the egg inside me rub my inner walls.
I lubed up the pocket pussy, the clear see through silicone distorting the light and glistening as it waited for me. I slid it around my throbbing dick and pushed it down to the base. Every ridge inside it massaged me like I was being wrapped in a dozen fingers all caressing me for my pleasure. I opened my phone and pulled up the Hub. I slipped in ear buds so I could hear every detail without disturbing my neighbors.
I went through a dozen videos barely stroking myself with the toy while I tried to find something that really turned me on. Then I found it, “Futa Dominates Her Servants.” I chose it and instantly was greeted with the sight of a powerful womanly figure with a massive cock staring down at two people. Each of them were beautiful women in their own right. All three of them had thick blonde hair, tits the size of their own head, and asses that wouldn’t quit. I suspected the beginner animator used a copy and paste for the women.
I started to grow excited and dared to turn on the vibrator. Instantly shocks were sent through me radiating from where it was nestled inside my ass. I played with the strength of the vibrations as the two women sucked on their futa master. Soon I found the setting I liked most, medium strength, variable pulse. The random buzzing sent shivers down my spine as I refocused on pleasuring myself. The interruption of the pulse toying with my rhythm and keeping my mind off balance.
Everytime a woman bobbed her head I would stroke, every sight of them sucking in the futa’s massive balls I would squeeze my own. I struggled to sync with the video to imagine I was there. Soon my orgasm was building. My own breath became ragged as I moaned. The sight of the phone going cross as I was taken closer to bliss. I grabbed my cleanup rag and stuffed it in my mouth to keep me quiet as I ebbed closer and closer. “Mmmhgn!” I cried into the rag as the egg in me turned on. The tickling of the cotton on my lips and the smell of my detergent and new silicone filled the air.
The futa on the screen was close, I could hear it in her voice. “Such good little bitches,” She purred. “Give me those tight asses!” She demanded of her slut whores, she began to fill them with her massive cock and distort their bellies with her huge girth. The fake slicking and slapping of flesh echoed in my ears. I watched as they began going faster, I had to pick up my own pace to meet the timing on the screen. I did my best to hold on but the stimulation was too much. The feeling of dozens of fake fingers stroking me wrapped around my cock. I gripped onto my orgasm with all my will until the futa on the screen came.
As soon as I saw her balls contract and her screams rip out of her throat I lost control. Blowing my load up into the air only to crash down on my hips, stomach, and legs. I shuddered and shaked with a quaking orgasm I hadn’t been able to indulge in for months. “MMMHNNGFFF!” I screamed into my rag. Just as I was about to think it was over the egg turned on plummeting me back down into heavenly bliss. I slapped at the controller, clicking it onto high by accident. I bucked and shook as I soaked the rag in post orgasmic drool.
Desperate to be free of the agonous pleasure I reached back and unceremoniously pulled the toy free with a pop of lubed slickness. I heard it rattling quietly on the bed behind me as I took deep breaths through my nose to recover. I was covered in my own cum and sweat, so I slowly carefully pulled the pocket pussy off me and started wiping away all my excitement with the now moist towel. The smell of squid filled the room and I sighed contentedly.
It was so hard to stay awake enough to wash my toys, slip into my sleeping shorts and put my used towel and rag away. I was dragging my feet with how potent that had been, sapping my strength. I didn’t have to rush and just get it over with and instead enjoyed every last touch.
As I laid in bed I draped an arm over my eyes. The sounds of the video having died in my buds as the video ended. I started to cry. Despite all that ecstasy, I felt alone.