Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 19:44:19 +0000
From: Timothy Stillman <menovember@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Dildo Candle"

			     The Dildo Candle
				    By
			       Tim Stillman

(any feedback would be very much appreciated. Thanks.)


"So," said Joel, coming from class, walking into our dorm room, "is that a
dildo sticking out of your ass or a candle because this is your birthday?"
He tossed the books on his desk, walked around our wooden partition that
separated our desks and our sides of the room. The day was bitterly cold.
The room was unbearably hot, we not being able to do a thing about
regulating the heat in our room, the vent being broken. We were both
perspiring. He, from coming out of the cold, me with my dildo up my---


Well, I guess there are ways of coming out, and ways of going in, which is
coming out again. For God's sake, Barry, what the hell is an uptight like
you getting a tight up from that, my God, that thing is pink enough. Does
that not hurt your arse a little? Oh, and, ah, happy birthday, birthday boy,
wearing your birthday suit."

He stood over me as I knelt on the bed, starkers, on my knees, with my ass,
not bad looking if I say so meself, up in the air, and a six inch PINK dildo
sticking in, being rammed in hard back and forth by my very excited left
hand. I had bought it last month. I mean the dildo. Not my left hand. Had
kept it in my desk drawer under some junk, taking it out when I wanted, and
Joel was not around and sometimes putting it pliable and remarkable
soft/hard and formed just perfectly. A lovely head. Little flanges. Nice
shaft. Kissable. Foamy. Daunting. And I kissed it from time to time. Went
down on it at my desk, on my chair, or getting daring, like it really
counted as Joel's cock, like I could make it into a magic lamp and make it
really his and of course the rest of delectable Joel merged with it, lying
on the bed with the cock of pink that had small balls for some reason, like
the barrier of a Bowie knife or something so my mouth would know when to
stop with this man steel and not strangle my tongue back with it.

I had just today. Just an hour or so ago. Today. Decided, well, all he can
do is kill me. And really if you want to be killed, Joel would be a great
dispatcher. Though he wouldn't do that. I didn't think so at least. I had
roomed with him for two years and had heard his delicate polite voice in shy
ways tell me what girls he had had luck with in high school and here as
well. Never bragging. Just him telling a friend and me sitting there with
him on me bed or me on his and so very very close to this thin small boned
garden of earthly delight, sorry for that, but he was dammit, as he talked
about the girl he wanted to be with who would have nothing to do with him
and he had tried so hard, not that he wasn't grateful for the girls who did
love him, and he only called them gits when he woke at night and forgot his
manners, but there was this one girl, who would be his and forever more, but
she would have none of it, did I know what he meant?

And of course I did and the answer was him, so today, this afternoon late,
as he came back from trig class Friday, Ellington Hall 321 room, I was
waiting for him in the unmentionable very mentionable state, as the room air
was hot and we were both awash with sweat, as he stood there, as I looked to
him and craned my head a little. Golden hair he had, and warm gray sweater,
and kaki pants and boots and a coat of brown with fringe which I always
thought was his stock in trade, and his long red and white plaid overshirt.
He was taking off the coat, as he tossed it to his side of the room, and he
put his hands on his hips, as he said, "So what is her name, Barry? Can you
imagine, are you imagining her doing this to you? Who is she?" I thought of
saying she is the girl who won't go for you because she had already gone for
me, but that would have been stupid, no one would buy that, even him.

"You've a good bum there," Joel said. "Kinda unhairy isn't it? Peekaboo.Wow.
Aren't you afraid you are going to damage yourself that way. Take it
easier." So I stopped pushing it in and out, which made me feel so very full
and way down deep, as I and it had taken the plunge, and it felt as though I
could feel Joel's dick in its place, in its forever place, in me. I had been
scared of it. Was scared of it. Was hoping I could get over the fear that it
was tearing me up inside, but that was silly, it was not some huge thing
pistoning in me, so relax already `scardy cat. Joel sat on the bed as I
raised up on my knees further, so he could get a look at my cock which was
quite hard and not a little strand of spaghetti like in my imagining about
having sex with Joel, never could make it, always had to imagine someone
else I didn't know, and then it worked like a sonofabitch, but the fear
curdled in my abdomen when he opened the door, when I was there, like that,
doing that, why did it have to be so PINK?^×dispelled, and it was really
quite wonderful to feel his warmth next to me, and to have him ask, "Can I
touch it?" I nodded and sweat beaded on the pillow beneath my chest. I
thought he meant my ass, and could not wait for him to touch it, but he
grabbed my dick instead which was as long as the dildo, not as big around
though, color like coral shell, cut and handsome headed, as he pushed his
fingers up and down it.

I shuddered and all thoughts of that dildo in my arse hole on this my
birthday of 19 and its bussing me with its little sexy batteries and Joel's
hand on my dick, all of it made me so tense and sexual right through me, the
feel then of his tender hand on the dildo, as he other hand still caressed
my dick, as he pushed it gently in and out and my balls were so tight it was
like a rubber band pain was around them, and he held my dick in a Joel grip,
soft and warm and demanding just under the surface, as he put his blonde
haired head against my hip and kissed me. As he rubbed my butt with his free
hand, as he tip touched the outside of my hole which did a bob and weave and
made me giggle, as he found my prostate gland with the dildo, which I had
not done just yet, being such a novice, but it jolted me with sparks of
kilowatts and his hand pushing it in was my idea of heaven, as he rubbed my
penis, like he masturbated his own, and it was so sexy still imagining this
is how he did himself and how his girlfriends did him too, and then he put
his hand to my spine and he said "keep going. But give me a mo'." I was
scared then as I felt him moving on the bed, that this had been a joke, but
also I knew what he was doing and what he was going to do, as he said a
brief time later, "Are you married to this dildo?"

I had stopped masturbating, was stock still, the least movement would spurt
me all over the bed, and said, "Felix." To which Joel asked, "what?" "It's
what I named it. Felix." "Why?" he asked as me moved some more, as my ears
on stalks heard the movement of his clothes, the unzipping of his jeans, the
taking off of his boots, "It was a childhood cartoon. I loved.
Felix^×the-cat^×" And thinking come on come on Joel fuck my ass with your
beautiful Joel dick, make wish come truth, he said, "Should have named it
Fritz." The he laughed that wondrous shy soft whisper laugh for me, and
said, as I felt him naked beside me, eyes of mine closed, still fearing the
worst, "Mind if I take over? Now, I'm new at this, you know. And I hope it
won't `urt. We'll take it slowly, okay?" I nodded. Yes, for God's sake, man,
does he know how to punish me or what? And then Fritz, name change, I'm
flexible, was pulled slowly out of my ass and the bussing was turned off, as
Joel put his Joel dick into my hole, just at the beginning of it. "Journey
to the Center of the Earth" he said later, and we laughed as we lay in each
other's arms. He said, "wonder how it would feel in me? Well, let's get you
tended to first, what's say?"

He started to push in. My bum hole was feeling so incredibly good and inside
I was filled with magic balloons and filled with my Joel so I would never
ever feel like a hollow Easter bunny chocolate ever again, and as it started
to hurt a bit, I told him and we stopped, and he said, "Let's not do it all
the way in just yet. Gives us something to look forward to, don't you
agree?" I nodded. As he got the head in and a tiny bit of the tip of the
shaft and Joel fucked me and I came almost immediately, nice frosty looking
stuff though warm, as he dipped a finger in the cum and said it tasted good,
and he fucked me until he came and then I leaned upward to him, and put my
arm up, and his arms surrounded me, as he said, panting, as was I, "That
girl who I was so hung up on. All the other girls could not compare to her?"
I nodded, my ass still stunned and stinging a little that I had had his dick
and cum up me and his balls slapping against me, I could barely stop
trembling as we tumbled to the bed half on half off each other, "Well, that
girl I talked about, she was a he really, and the he is you."

And I held him deeply and we tongue kissed long and hard. And Joel said
right before we drifted off to sleep, "Happy Birthday, Barry." And I
imagined Joel's penis being the candle in me, making me Year One, and my
life just started today.