The Toy

Noel loved sex. At 20, he spent lots of time online, getting his kicks from webcam sites and ordering exotic toys, lube, and anything he could use to get off. He never limited his purchases to the States, either -- he ordered products from around the world. Working as a sales supervisor for a gay gift shop, he wasn't doing bad financially, and almost always had money left over to blow on sexual fare.

Noel didn't look like a lot of the guys that came into his shop. He wasn't a muscle guy or a gym rat -- at just 5-8, he was on the short side. His body type was slender, but not emaciated. He kept fit by running three times a week around his bohemian urban neighbourhood, an area festooned with rainbow flags and suggestive bumper stickers on the backs of cars. He had longish hair, the color of dark chocolate, with pert, inquisitive dots of brown eyes, a fairly strong nose, and a soft mouth that had just the slightest bit of a pout to it.

He had very little body hair, just light wisps on his arms and legs. His chest was wonderfully barren, his stomach flat and unblemished. In the middle of his abdomen sat his belly button, an oval innie of considerable depth, standing about an inch high vertically, a dark slit of a crease perfectly bisecting the lower part of his upper body.

Even more interesting, his navel was quite sexually sensitive, and he had a huge navel fetish where playing with his own and looking at or playing with other guys' would make him erupt powerfully. Noel occasionally shared with others that if anyone massaged his bellybutton just right, it would make him come hard -- a particularly impressive act since despite Noel's modest height, he was packing a penis that was of decent length and of thick girth. Its crown was pointed on the tip, and it hung in a straight line when it was erect. It could be said to be the size of a big banana, if a banana could be straightened out.

Since Noel was a bit of a showoff, he was happy to wear croptops prominently revealing his large navel and perfect midsection, which always drew ribbing from his coworkers, and lustful, stolen looks from customers. Besides, the feeling of an occasional breeze on his innie always ensured his cock stayed hard nearly all the time.

Noel was a Scorpio, so his love of things sexual and intimate was hardly a surprise. When Halloween season came around, he found himself especially horny -- and he was already pretty horny and full of cum year-round already. One late October afternoon, he made another sizable order of sex products from an exotic place overseas he often bought from. It was a sizable order, costing triple what he usually spent on average.

The sex shop business, unbeknownst to Noel, was running a special Halloween promotion, a "treat" rewards program for its most loyal customers. Noel had consistently spent loads on the business, and had qualified for a special, free holiday bonus gift that was to come with his order. He was unaware of the special promotion -- he just wanted his toys to get off with. Noel wasn't one for details.

When the shipment box -- a little larger than what he was accustomed to seeing -- arrived at Noel's apartment after dark, he noticed the difference in size. Why was it larger, he wondered. He knew he'd ordered a lot of things. Had they made a mistake? Had they sent him someone else's stuff?

Clad in an orange and black rugby-style striped crop top, bellybutton showing as always, he picked the parcel up from his doorstep and set it on a kitchen counter, then took a pair of scissors and cut a nick in the wrapping tape, then pulled the tape off with one fluid motion. Then he opened the flaps of the box to see just what was in there.

His eyes scanned and his mind checked off the contents. Silicone lube, check. Thick rubber cock rings, check. Cock molds from famous porn stars, check. Hook-and-loop hand restraints, check.

And then there was an unmarked white box, a square box of perhaps eight inches each side. Noel's curiosity was piqued. What in the world was this, he wondered.

He took the box and pried the flaps open. As usual, there was tissue paper and packing material. A useless information fold-out guide with no diagrams or illustrations, and written in seven languages -- none of them English -- was inserted. Noel looked at the guide, then tossed it aside.

He brushed the tissue paper apart and what he saw was a cube, a clear plastic cube. It wasn't translucent, either -- it was as clear as glass, but it was plastic. In the middle of the cube was a cylindrical opening, a hole, but it didn't go through to the other side; it was an enclosure. Noel figured that's where he was supposed to stick his penis. And on one side of the cube was a thin nozzle hose that seemed to have no purpose, or was an afterthought.

A white, round power button sat on one side of the unit, but Nolan couldn't see anything resembling a battery or anything that would hold electricity. This thing was really strange.

Intrigued, he sat with this item, this toy, that was a complete mystery to him. He looked at it up close, over and over. It was of substantial weight, but not overly heavy. It felt like it was made of quality material.

He ran a couple of fingers on the inside of the cylindrical opening, and was immediately awed by the texture. It was incredibly soft, smooth... inviting. He let his fingers linger on the inside of the opening for a few moments, imagining what the soft sides of this hole could do to his girthy penis. And the opening appeared to be about the perfect diameter for it.

Noel picked up the toy, and walked to his living room, which had nothing but floor lamps on, giving the room a cozy cast. He sat on a sofa and gave the toy one more studying look, then thought to himself, "Well... here goes nothing."

A fresh bottle of silicone lube sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He popped it open and slowly squirted liquid on his penis, slowly, enjoying the sensation of slipperiness. He didn't rub it in, just squirted it on -- he liked feeling the lube carelessly run down his shaft. Several drops of it fell to the wood grain floor.

Carefully, he turned the toy so that the cylindrical opening faced his crotch and his body, with the still mysterious nozzle on the top side of it pointing at his bared midriff. Perhaps coincidentally, it appeared to be pointing right at the middle of his bellybutton. When he noticed that, he paused ever so briefly, but went on.

Slowly and gently, he inserted his already engorged and anticipating penis into the opening, secured the toy to ensure it was snugly attached, then pressed the power button on the side of the unit. With a very low hum, the toy began to grind into motion, rotating around his shaft and closing in on it so it was completely inside the toy, all the way to his unshaved pubic hair.

Noel immediately began to moan with pleasure. "Oh, wow..." he whispered. "Oh, wow..." The toy rotated around his penis, masturbating him in a manner he'd never experienced before. It didn't feel like a hand job. It didn't quite feel like a blow job, either. There was something more... insistent about it.

He tilted his head back and enjoyed the sensation of being stroked by this mysterious... thing. After a couple of minutes he felt a concentrated finger of air from the nozzle. The pinpoint breeze was pressing on his bellybutton, and he felt it right in the deepest part of it. His cock got even harder. He could feel semen starting to build in his balls, quickly, as a result of the double stimulation.

Gradually, the machine began to go faster, and faster, gyrating and giving Noel such pleasure in his penis he didn't know what to think. And the air finger tickling his navel was just... genius, he thought to himself. He could clearly see his whole shaft being masturbated through the side of the unit, which turned him on even more.

He'd been at this for maybe 10 minutes, the machine working Noel's cock with steadily increasing cadence. He decided that he didn't want to come right then. He was ready for a break, to catch his breath. So he pressed the power button on the side of the toy.

Nothing happened. It continued working his penis. The toy had other ideas.

Noel thought, "Gotta be kidding..." and pressed the power button again. Still nothing. A third time, nothing. This was getting oddly annoying, even though being taken ever closer to ejaculation was still a motivating factor for Noel. The machine was just milking his penis and teasing his touchy bellybutton. He tried pressing and holding the power button. Nothing. Tugging on the machine. It appeared to be locked on his penis and just would not let go. Pulling the unit too hard would, well, wreck the whole experience and maybe injure his organ. He didn't want that.

The toy kept masturbating and sucking Noel's cock and blowing on his navel. He kept trying to figure out what he could do. The sensations were absolutely amazing, positively close to orgasmic, but Noel was thinking, "There has to be an off switch on this, WTF."

The toy only seemed to gain power, almost as if it had to win somehow. Noel thought to himself, "Okay, toy, if you're going to suck me off, then I'm going to break you." He then steeled his legs, making them firm. And then he focused on the sensation of the finger of air on his navel, getting hornier and hornier as he felt and enjoyed it. He began to strain his crotch and cum muscles, trying to push the quickly building large quantity of semen that had built up in his nuts closer and closer to the crown, ready to squirt out.

He tightly grabbed the armrest on the sofa. He grimaced as the toy continued relentlessly working his cock. "Nnnnngggghhh," he grunted several times. He pushed and he pushed and he pushed...

And finally, inside the toy, Noel's penis exploded with semen, blasting glob after glob at least a half-dozen times, completely covering the interior of the machine. It was no longer clear or see-through, as thick, gray-white ropes of cum splattered against the inside, filling up the toy, making it wetter and more slippery... and heavier.

With one last, massive push, and an audible groan, Noel erupted one more blast of his thick, gray-white semen, and the toy at last gave, falling to the floor with a loud clatter, scattering semen across the floor in the area next to the sofa. He managed to fuck the toy off his penis, outlasting it -- or maybe giving it what it perversely seemed to want.

Noel leaned back on the sofa, catching his breath, trying to get it back to normal, trying to figure out just what had happened. He looked down at his shaft. It was a gloriously glistening mess, with several strands of semen dangling from the underside, swaying in the air. The floor had moderate puddles of jism an inch or two from his bare feet.

He took a finger and poked his navel inches below the lower edge of his orange and black striped crop top. It was so incredibly sexually sensitive and pleasured from the toy that he winced with a yelp, pulling his finger back as if it had touched a hot stove.

He sat on the sofa, his cock finally starting to relax, and surveyed his immediate area on the sofa, still unsure of what had just happened.

Minutes later, he bent over, picked up the incredibly messy toy that was now dripping his cum out the cylindrical opening, slowly walked over to the kitchen waste bin, opened the lid, and threw the toy in.