Page 1 of Open Me

Chapter One

Kegan

I’m not usually one for parties, truly. I’m the type to sit in my dorm, study, read a good book, and go to bed early. But when my roommate, Alex, begged me—literally begged, puppy dog eyes and all—to go to this stupid frat party with him, I agreed. Now that he’s ditched me in favor of the big-boobed blonde he’s currently tongue fucking on the couch across the room, I wish I had declined.

I walk down the hallway searching for a bathroom, hoping that I can find one unoccupied. The one and only time I’ve come to a party like this, every bathroom was occupied, either by people fucking (which, gross—who wants to fuck in a bathroom in a frat house? I’m sure if you’re going to pick up a dick rotting disease, the most likely place is in a bathroom in a bro-house like this one) or people were hogging it, smoking weed. Less gross, but still annoying when you’ve gotta take a leak.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I find an unoccupied bathroom, and huh, acleanone at that. I do my business and turn to washmy hands. My eyes snag on a box sitting on the counter. It’s probably rude to snoop through other people’s stuff, but there’s a note taped to the top, so I lean forward to read it.

Open me.

Well, that’s not ambiguous at all. What the fuck is this? Alice in Wonderland? My curiosity is piqued, though, so I open the box. Oh. What the hell? I slam the lid shut, my heart pounding in my chest for…reasons.

I open the box again and reach in, lifting the item from the box. It’s a butt plug. A vibrating butt plug. Still in the packaging. Okay, so clearly someone that lives here didn’t put their package away, but then why theopen menote? I peek inside the box again and notice there’s another note, along with a small bottle of lube.

Put this in, if you’re feeling brave. I have the remote. I’ll try to find you. Try not to get caught, though. -X

I let out an incredulous laugh. Who in the world would do that? My dick gives a little twitch, so I glare down at it.Wemost certainly are not, that’s for sure. I slip the plug back in the box and close it back up before heading back out into the noise of the party.

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Turns out Alex was right. Four beers in, and I’m definitely feeling like this was the right choice.

“Yooo, bro! You havin’ fun?” Alex asks, wrapping his arm around me, almost knocking us both over in the process.

“I am now,” I say, grinning through the fuzzy feeling in my body. Damn, I never drink, but this isfun. He’s a little blurry, and I’m not sure why. I mean, I know I’m a little drunk, but I’m not,can’t see anythingdrunk.

“Oh shit,” Alex says, bringing a wavering hand to my face. I start to pull back, wondering what the hell he’s coming at me like that for, when everything comes into focus. “About knocked your glasses off. My bad, dude.”

“All good.” I’m feeling pretty damn good and my terrible vision isn’t going to stop that. Who was it who said the thing about breaking the seal when you’re drinking? Not sure, but they’re so right. I gotta piss. I shrug Alex off me, taking off toward the bathroom again. My cock gives another twitch as I push through the fuzziness in my brain to think about that box and its contents. No way it’s still there, right?

I make it to the bathroom and my eyes instantly zero in on it. The note is gone from the top, so I glance around while I pee, trying to figure out where it is. I finally spot it on the floor along the wall by the vanity. Huh. Must have fallen off. My eyes don’t leave the box as I finish up and by the time I’m done, my cock is half-hard. It can’t be because of what’s in there, right? Nah, that’s so not my thing. Wearing something like that around all these people? That would be…

My cock hardens further. I stroke it absently while I stare at the box. There’s a knock on the door and I startle, pulling my hand away from my dick like whoever’s on the other side has x-ray vision or something. “About done!” I shout, wrangling my unruly cock back into my jeans and zipping up. I glance down at the note, wondering if I should pick it up and put it back on top.

Nah. No one’s gonna use it anyway. Feel bad for whoever put it here, though. Must suck that no one wants to play with them.

There’s another knock at the door, so I step toward it and open it. “Sorry,” I mumble, stepping past the guy to get back to the party.

I think I hear him say, “Shit,” under his breath, but I can’t really tell.

It’s no time at all before I have to pee again. Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself. In reality, I’ve been walking around half-hard, thinking about that stupid vibrating plug. I’m curious if someone else has found it and used it. Morbid curiosity and nothing else.

When I step into the bathroom and find it in the same position, still closed, a rush ofsomethinggoes through my body. It’s strange, but I really kind of want to try it. That’s so fucked up, but I can’t deny that the idea is kinda… well, it’s kinda hot.

I open the box, finding the plug still in its packaging. Should I? My cock certainly seems to think I should. Fuck, I’m feeling good. What’s it gonna hurt? My goal is to not get caught, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna know anyway.

I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. Opening the drawers in the bathroom, I find a pair of scissors and cut open the packaging. Heat pools in my lower stomach as I test the weight of the plug in the palm of my hand. I basically have to use it now, right? I opened it. It would be rude not to.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I drop my pants, groaning as my erection springs free. I grab the lube, prepping my hole quickly with my fingers, then add some lube to the plug.

Who even am I right now? A horny bastard. That’s who. My cock throbs as I push the plug inside my body, the widest part catching on my rim and making me groan. Fuck, it’s not even vibrating, and it already feels amazing. I push it in and pull it back, gripping the counter with my free hand as it brushes myprostate. I push again, sucking in a sharp breath once the base of the plug is resting against my ass cheeks.

I put the lube back in the box, closing it up with the opened package so it doesn’t look like it’s been disturbed, pull up my pants, and step back into the hall.

Each step presses the plug against my prostate, and I have to choke down a moan. It’s hitting all the right places, making my aching cock leak. I have no idea if there’s even anyone on the other side of this thing. For all I know, it could have been for someone specific, and I’m messing with their fun. But it’s too late to turn back now.

I head into the kitchen to grab another beer. My buzz faded a bit, and if I’m going to walk around with this plug up my ass, I’m gonna need some more alcohol.

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