Self-Love

I walk home, cock semi-hard from the events of the day, Sam's last words, and the excitement of what is meant to transpire tomorrow. The walk flies by as filthy thoughts run through my head. I still love girls, I still love titties, I still love pussy, but I think I'm starting to like cock, at least Sam's. Does that make me gay? Bisexual? Do I care? These aren't questions a teenager should be dealing with, but dealing with them this teenager is.

Before I know it, I'm home. I walk inside the empty house, horny as ever. I need relief. I plop on the couch, spit on my hand, and start jerking. After some time, I'm staying hard, but absolutely know orgasm is evading me. I up the ante by sliding a hand up my shirt, pinching my nipple while I continue jerking. This isn't working either, although the pleasure/pain from my nipple feels quite nice. The spit keeps drying up, too, requiring reapplication and really ruining any rhythm I had going for me. Suddenly, I had a bit of a devious plan cross my mind: I wonder if my parents were stowing away any kind of sex toys?

Quickly heading towards their room, cock waving back and forth dripping a bit of pre-cum on myself and the floor, I focus on my mom's dresser, specifically the conspicuous bottom drawer I never see her open. Sliding it ajar reveals an awkwardly folded thin sheet, clearly covering something. Removing this reveals the jackpot: A thin metal vibrator, two dildos (one around 4" long, the other a massive 8", both with realistic veins and balls, both white), a bottle of lubrication, a cock ring, a set of nipple clamps, and a penis pump! It seems my parents like to get busy! The thought of sharing toys with them causes me to cringe up a little bit, but I quickly get over it with the prospect of potentially using these toys with myself, or even Sam.