Page 2 of Open Me

I’m halfway through filling up a cup from the keg when the plug buzzes, sending a jolt of pleasure through my prostate. I jump a bit, startled, and bite my lip as I try inconspicuously glancing around the kitchen to see if anyone noticed. I don’t see anyone, and the vibration ends as quickly as it started.

Whoever put this in the bathroom now knows that it’s been found and is being used. Fuck, why do I think this is so hot? Being plugged and hard in the middle of a party I didn’t even want to come to should not be getting me like this, but fuck, I’m already almost desperate to come from just the idea alone.

Chapter Two

Xavier

Ireally don’t know what I was thinking when I put that plug in the bathroom. Well, okay. I was thinking it would be really fucking hot to watch someone use it, tease them a little, get them all worked up, then take them back to my room and fuck them.

I’m really just bored with the normal hook-up scene, truthfully. It’s always the same type of boring-ass people who all want the same boring-ass missionary sex. Which is fine, right? It has its place. But I figure, I plant this plug here, see if anyone bites, and maybe I’ll get some really fucking hot sex out of it. Because surely, anyone who would go into a bathroom at a party and follow the instructions I laid out in the box will be fun and exciting in bed.

But now, I’ve been to the bathroom three times, and each time I leave more and more disappointed. I waited outside it once, for what felt like hours. I got excited, my cock throbbing, when finally a cute, flushed man walked out. He took forever, so I had convinced myself he was in there, lubing up his hole and puttingmy plug in it, but when he came out, and I rushed in to check, it was still in the box.

I’m kinda wondering if it’s fucked up of me to plan a party around the idea of getting someone to wear my plug so I can indulge in my fantasies. But, then again, no one has touched it and they probably won’t and now I’m regretting this entire thing.

I sit my drink down and head toward the bathroom to put the plug under the sink, but when I open the box to do one more check, it’s empty. The package is open; the lube used. Oh fuck. My cock lurches as I stare at the empty box. I pull the remote from my back pocket and grip it tightly in my hand. How will I even know if it’s working? I won’t, I guess.

Just the thought of someone walking around in the house, plugged up, has my cock hard as a rock, though. I stroke it through my pants until I’m right on the edge and then release it. It takes way less time than it really should, but what can I say? This is hot as fuck, and I’m keyed up about it.

Tucking my dick into the waistband of my jeans and the remote in my front pocket, I turn to leave the bathroom.

I step into the living room, hands tucked into my pockets, and hit the button on the remote. My cock is throbbing at the mere thought that someone in this room could have my plug inside them, trying not to react to the vibrations.

I glance around and nothing seems amiss. I don’t want the fun to be over before it even starts, so I press the button to turn the vibrations off. Maybe it’s cheating, but I’ve tried to keep a really close eye on who’s been in that bathroom tonight. There’s been a couple of people in and out, but the only one I can think of who’s gone in more than once is the guy who was coming out the last time I went in. Before I discovered the plug missing. All curly blonde hair and big black-framed glasses. He’s cute, and I won’t lie, when I passed him in the hall, I had a brief wish thathe would be the one to pick it up. I wonder if he’s the one whoiswearing my plug. He doesn’t quite seem the type, but people can surprise you.

I head into the kitchen to grab another beer, and he’s standing by the keg—cheeks flushed, looking a little out of sorts. There’s no one else around him, which is strange, and now that I’m getting a closer look at him, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him around here before. But fuck, I wouldn’t complain if I did.

Curious, and a little hopeful, I reach into my pocket to turn on the vibrations again. From where I’m standing, it looks like his breath hitches a little, but it’s hard to tell. I watch him for a few seconds, taking him in, looking for any signs that he may be the brave soul who decided to play with me tonight.

I don’t see any, but I’m about to walk up to him anyway and introduce myself. I’m stopped by a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I find Josh behind me. “Good party, man,” he slurs, squeezing my shoulder.

“Ey, thanks. Glad you could make it,” I respond, wondering how soon is too soon to get away from him. I never said I was a good host. Hell, this entire party was a plan to have a little fun and indulge myself. Besides, he’s clearly drunk, so it’s not like he’s not having a fun time.

Thankfully, he doesn’t stick around long, but by the time he’s gone, so is the blonde by the keg. I realize belatedly that I haven’t turned the plug off. Fuck. That’s way hotter than it has any right to be. I glance around, making sure there’s no one looking, and give my dick a squeeze through my jeans before clicking the button to cease the vibrations.

Chapter Three

Kegan

Oh God. This is fucking torture. My cock is hard enough to pound nails, leaking like a faucet in my boxers. When the first zap of vibration came through, I thought all was well. That there would be a slow buildup, but then it started back up and went on and on. Pulsing and vibrating against my prostate for what had to be a solid five minutes.

I had to leave the kitchen. There were a couple of guys talking off to the side, and the ache in my cock was becoming unbearable. I was a little worried I was about to start moaning. But now, the vibrations have ended, thankfully, and I’m standing in the hallway, hand pressed to my crotch, trying like hell not to thrust into my hand and come.

When I feel like I can walk without coming all over myself, I head back into the living room. For the first time all night, the couch is empty, so I walk across the room and sit down, gasping when the motion causes the plug to shift inside me.

I grip the edge of the couch, trying to get myself to calm down, but it’s hard. Literally. Something about being hard and aching with all these people around is making it so much better. Or worse. Fuck, I don’t know. I know I need to come, and I know I need to not let on that I need to come.

The vibrating starts up again, and I tighten my hold on the couch, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making any sounds. I realize after a minute that I’m shifting back and forth, the head of my cock catching on my boxers with the movement.Sit still, Kegan. Quit moving.

I glance around the room, and there’s a guy staring at me. Oh fuck, I have to stop moving. I force my hips to still and cross my legs, trying to look nonchalant, trying to look like I’m not seconds away from blowing my load.

I lean back on the couch, placing my hand in my lap to cover the swell of my erection. Which doesn’t help. The second my hand presses against my cock, it twitches. The vibrations on my prostate are fucking maddening, and I can feel the pre-cum oozing from my slit. Glancing down at my lap, I remove my hand. Thankfully, you can’t see the wetness through my jeans, but you can definitely see the hard outline of my dick.

My cock starts to pulse and my toes curl in my shoes as heat floods my body. Oh fuck, I will not come in a room full of people. The vibrations cut off, and I sag back against the couch. Holy fuck, that was so close. My dick is still pulsing madly, my balls aching and full—tight to my body, my hole clenching around the plug.

“Hi, I’m Xavier.” The voice startles me and I lift my gaze to find the guy from the kitchen earlier, towering over me, full lips tilted up in a smirk.

“Kegan,” I say. Fuck, does my voice sound breathy, or is that just me?

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