Pandora's Box

I’ve always believed in the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’, but that never stopped me from doing anything.

I’m the type that, admittedly, has an insatiable curiosity, and when I need to know something it itches under my skin until I satisfy it. It’s gotten me into more trouble than it’s probably ever been worth, but it hasn’t stopped me so far, and it probably never will.

Which left me opening a proverbial Pandora’s box. Well, it was literally a box, and though I should have never looked inside, once I got my chance I took it, and it got me into all sorts of trouble.

I’d seen it since the first time I’d been over to his place. At the foot of his modest bed in his modest apartment there was this box. Compared to everything else he owned, which was usually second-hand or gifts from others, it stood out as something relatively high-end. Dark black leather with all these gold buckles, and even on that first night as he kissed me and I pushed him down to the mattress, I saw it and I knew I had to see what was inside of it.

It took me three months to get the opportunity to.

Things were going well between us. The night we first got together we were half drunk, and once we sobered up we were left curled up in his bed and wondering what we should do next. When he suggested that we try to make more of it than a one night stand, I agreed-- he had one of those addictive personalities and these wicked little grins that I couldn’t get enough of, not to mention our night-time romp left me daydreaming about it for days after.

He left me curious constantly, which might have been a part of my infatuation for him. We spent weeks laying around naked and exploring each other, using fingertips and mouths until we were exhausted, only to spend the rest of the night talking, and as close as we got I was always learning something new about him.

Most of our time together, after the first night, was spent at my apartment, downtown in the city and much more convenient than his. For a while I forgot about that trunk of his in exchange for all the wonderful nights we spent stretched out on my bed.

Being away from that damn box gave me less time to think of it, though I felt that deep itch reawaken when I came back to his apartment and saw it there, still seated innocently at the foot of his bed. I felt my fingertips twitch but I had to restrain myself-- he was only a room away, brushing his teeth.

When he came out and told me he was going to run out for cigarettes it made my heart leap up into my throat, though I only nodded my head and tried to look less suspicious. I needed to know what was in that box before it killed me, and here he was giving me the prime opportunity. He obviously didn’t think too much of it, grabbing his keys and telling me he’d be right back.

As soon as I heard the front door shut I was on my knees in front of the box, my hands trembling a little as I started to undo all those tempting buckles. I didn’t mean to be a snoop, and I doubted the contents would change any way I felt about him, but I just had to know. I respected his privacy, I really did, I just wanted one little peek and that would be it, that was all I would need…

The hinges creaked as I lifted the lid, and for a brief moment I really wished I hadn’t opened it.

Inside, laid out before me, looked like at least two dozen things shaped, startlingly enough, like phallic objects. They were like a myriad of rainbow candies, bright in a way that was almost funny, some surprisingly large while others were more petite and demure. At least, if that was how you could describe sex toys.

I wasn’t offended, really, more confused. I’d been into adult stores before with friends, but most of the time we simply laughed at all the strange appendages and pleasure objects that lined the sterile walls. Nobody I’d ever been to bed with ever used them. Or at least as far as I knew. I was looking into something private that I’d never come across before, and though I had meant to only take the briefest look, I found myself deviling in to the prizes I found.

One I picked up was quirked at a strange angle, bright purple and containing something that looked like a string of pearl beads. Another, it’s thick base imbedded with a dial that I was too hesitant to actually touch, was almost two inches thick and had a little animal that looked kind of like a rabbit clinging to its side.

I shifted through them all, finding myself quickly tangled up in the wires of remotes, toying with little bulbs that looked like Easter eggs and long toys with suction cupped bases. My initial shock wore off and my curiosity returned full-force, finding his sense of deviancy more of an amusement than a scandal.

I started to wonder, in the back of my mind, if he ever meant to take these into bed with us, for me to use them on him or, maybe, him to use them on me. The thought of one of those big, curved latex cocks thrumming deep inside me made my mouth go dry and my thighs flex together, and I felt a strangely uncomfortable surge of arousal run through my system.

I had bottomed a few times in my past relationships, but they had all been unpleasant and awkward situations, not so much from the sensation but for the people I associated it with. It left me a little hesitant, but when I met him he had been more than willing to be on bottom, rather demandingly so actually, which took the pressure off of me in that instance and left us both contented to keep that arrangement.

I found myself suddenly almost eager for him to suggest using these, rolling one thinner vibrator over in my hands, wondering if he ever would himself. The thought of him using these on himself when I wasn’t there sent another throb of heat between my legs and the slightest tinge of jealousy deeper in my stomach. I quickly set the toy down and leaned over the open mouth of the box to look in further, determined to search every toy in every corner as I contemplated their use.

I should have quit while I was ahead.

It had only been a few minutes of digging around, really, but I pushed my luck with my insatiable curiosity, and that’s where I met my downfall. I hadn’t even heard him return, but I definitely heard him clear his throat, and I whipped my head around to see him standing in the frame of the door, his lips tight in an unreadable smile.

“…I forgot my wallet. I was just coming back to get it.” He started casually, his voice tense. I was frozen in place, still elbow deep in the box, and I’m sure my face was stuck in a horrified expression.

Oh, I was fucked. I really was. I knew that I had messed up, messed up bad, and wasn’t sure if there was any way I could back out of it. He was looking me over and I drew my arms out quickly, still kneeled before the box and surely looking like a child with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.

He stepped forward, slowly, his head tilted and his eyes still baring in to me. As he came in close he crouched down close next to me, his gaze narrowing as he reached in, picking up the slender blue vibrator I had only just been holding.

“What do you think, then?” He asked, looking at me through his lashes. I swallowed heavily, trying to get my voice back, though it proved to be a failing battle. His fingers began to toy with the dial at the bottom, causing the fake cock in his hand to pulsate within his grip.

“I go for a cigarette run and you’re digging around my stuff?” There was a hint of anger in his voice then, though there was something else in his tone I still couldn’t read. He was waving the toy in my face then as if to accentuate what he said, the vibrating head of it hovering only inches from my nose.

He let out a sigh when I didn’t respond-- all I found myself doing was looking between his conflicted expressions to the plastic blue cock he brandished in my face.

“…I’m not sure if I should be mad or not.” He admitted, his voice breaking a little. He ran his free hand back through his hair as if trying to think, and it was only then that I found myself apologizing softly.

“…I’m sorry…”

It caught him a little off-guard, it seemed, from the way his eyes snapped back on me. He looked me up and down once more and I felt my cheeks color as he did, hoping that my apology would suffice.

It didn’t seem it would.

“Will you prove it to me?” He asked, and I could practically see the mischievous thoughts running behind those dark eyes of his. I felt like I had no choice but to agree and nodded my head, and even as I did I got the awful feeling that I might regret my consent.

“Alright then.” He noted, his voice a little lighter now, though I doubted that foreboded good for me. Before I knew it he was nudging the head of the vibrator against my mouth, the soft rubber throbbing against my lips as he curtly commanded, “Suck.”

I reeled back without thinking, falling right back on my ass and looking up at him with wide eyes. He gave one of those smiles that made me weak as he crawled in closer, shaking his head in apparent amusement.

“Don’t worry, I sterilize them after I use them. Suck.” He was putting it before my mouth now, though didn’t push it against me yet, waiting for me to obey. I felt nervous yet strangely excited at the same time, a little more relieved at his statement but still hesitant. He was patient with me then, still smiling when I leaned forward and let the rounded head of the toy past my lips.

It felt entirely foreign and weird in my mouth. Compared to the real thing, this was cold and rubbery, the vibration buzzing against my teeth in a way that made me dizzy. I could feel his eyes on me as I leaned my head forward, taking move of the smooth plastic toy into my mouth, though I couldn’t bring myself to look back at him just then.

I only took in a few inches, my cheeks hollowed but my tongue lax against the bottom of my mouth. I wasn’t putting in any real effort and he recognized that, clicking his tongue and jerking the vibrator forward just slightly, pushing it further into my mouth the slightest bit.

“Now, come on…I know you can deep throat better than that.” He tilted his head as he noted in a low growl in the same voice he always used during sex, his tone alone sending another curl of pleasure straight between my legs. He knew well enough then, by experience, how I could work my lips, and his thickly spoken words seemed to go right down to my cock. By then I knew there was no use protesting him-- he was telling the truth when he said I could do better, and with a mouthful like that it’s not like I could have argued either way.

I shut my eyes if only to relieve some of the shame and arousal I felt looking at his face, so calm and focused. Instead I turned my attention to the toy in my mouth, now slick and growing warm the longer I had my lips around it. He held it still then as I complied, tilting my head at a more capable angle before I swallowed it down. My lips almost brushed where he held the toy near the base and I let myself linger there if only for a moment, even if the vibrations felt really out of place against the back of my throat. Luckily, I'd lost most of my gag reflex by the time I was seventeen, and the long, slender object proved not to be much of a problem.

I tried to think of something to get my mind off of just how embarrassing this was, or at least the fact that I was getting such a thrill out of it. I bobbed my head back, letting the vibrator move slowly out of my mouth, thoughts of the last time I had done this to his very real cock, just yesterday, making their way into my mind. It made it a little easier to pretend, pulling back until only the head rest against my lower lip. I breathed over the head of it softly and heard his own hitch in turn, and for a second I was tempted to open my eyes and look back at him.

Instead I decided that I should just go with it, push it further, and maybe surprise him this time. It might have been more compliant than I liked to see myself, but knowing I was under control, doing things because he told me to, took the blame off of my hands and, at the same time, gave me further liberty. In one smooth motion, I leaned in closer, tongue sweeping experimentally against the defined ridge along the line of the toy as I swallowed it up and purred in tune with the vibrations.

He let me go on like that, for how long I wasn't sure, my concept of time erased as I kneeled next to him and showed off all my well-learned skill on the lifeless object. At one point, as I was pulling my head back, I was startled back to reality when I felt a hand grip me firmly between my legs, and I opened my eyes to find his meeting mine with that strange, unreadable emotion on his face.

"...on the bed." He murmured under his breath, husky and soft. I couldn't have argued with him if I tried, letting the vibrator slip soundly from my lips, leaving it still buzzing in his palm.

He stood first and helped me up after him, and I grasped at his free hand and felt his eyes staring between my legs as I eased up. The pants I was wearing, already tight in the first place, were uncomfortably so now with my hard and straining cock, making it a little harder to move. We could both see just how turned on I was and it was as mortifying as it was erotic. I tried to conceal it slightly when I sat on the edge of his bed, scooting back against the pillows and toying distractedly with the edge of the blanket.

Apparently, he wasn't going to have that. He reached down into the box at the end of his bed just as he commanded me again, "Take off your pants."

I didn't even want to know what he was getting from the box then. I was almost too startled and obedient to care, breathing heavily out from my nose as I trailed my fingers to the button of my fly. I was trembling a little, I noticed, but from what emotion I wasn't sure.

Carefully, I undid them, scooting them down my thighs and seeing my unabashed arousal bound up, tenting my boxers impressively. Sometimes I really hated being a guy-- having a cock could be so betraying, especially when it decided to get interested, no matter what your mind felt at the time. Looking down at my own obvious hardness, I could have argued with myself internally forever, cursing it into oblivion as it stood up between my thighs. But a hand on my bare ankle broke my inner tangent to look up at him at the foot of the bed.

He was still completely clothed, which part of me considered unfair, and I averted my eyes to the toy he clutched in his hand. It was a little different than the one I'd had in my mouth, this one just as thin but curved at a different angle, ridged and black with a switch at the base. Thin as it was, I still felt intimidated and excited as he moved in closer, letting his fingertips trail up from my ankle to my upper thigh.

"Off." He grunted off-hand, tugging at the edge of my boxers and slipping his fingers up dangerously close to my cock. Feeling his hand on me, I could barely get my mind to work right, and I first scrambled out of my shirt before ridding myself of my boxers.

It'd never really been like that, with him all in his clothes and me completely bare. Usually it was something mutual, sometimes a slow slipping off of shirts and pants between teasing kisses, other times ripping them off in a frantic haste to feel skin on skin. The juxtaposition was weird to me, unbalanced, and though he'd seen me naked more times than I could count, I felt like I should cover up for decency.

He never gave me the time to. I felt hands, rougher than I'd ever felt from him, spread my legs apart, and he was kneeled between them with that wicked glint in his eyes. I balled my hands into the blankets on either side of me, feeling him stare down my naked body with an obvious relish. The part of me that wasn't terrified was absolutely thrilled, and by no means did my arousal wane as his eyes raked me.

"So...when's the last time you had something inside of you...?" He asked unashamed as he opened the bedside drawer, drawing out the familiar tube of sweet citrus lube. A senseless word fumbled out of my lips and he raised a single eyebrow as he popped the lid and spread the gel over his fingertips.

"What was that?" He tried to clarify, setting the lube aside and leaning over me. Our foreheads were nearly touching, his hair brushing against my cheeks, and I swallowed heavily, trying to piece myself together even as I fell apart under his gaze.

"...nnh...It's...been a while..." I didn't lavish him with any details, he didn't seem to want them anyways, making a small noise in the back of his throat before his cool fingers brushed against my entrance. There wasn't room in my mind anymore for thought to process speech, by body instinctively taking over, trying to squirm away from his probing fingers. He clucked his tongue against his teeth and gripped one hand on my hip, trying to still me.

"Don't worry...I won't hurt you..." His voice was a little softer then, open and honest, and it was enough to calm me, if only for a moment. I couldn't deny that part of me wanted it, but at the same time it felt so foreign and strange, the firm hand on my hip keeping me in place as he slowly started to work me loose. When I felt his first fingertip slip in I gasped louder than I meant to, clenching my eyes shut and throwing my head back into the pillows.

I felt his breath against my cheek, falling heavy and uneven, as he curled his body over mine and pushed so carefully inside. My body took his finger in, stretching around him, much more accepting than I thought it would have been and alighting with a strange new pleasure rather than pain. It was weird and invasive and felt kind of good, and I tilted my head closer to him just as he began to move. In and out, gentle as he kissed along the side of my jaw, pressing forward until he had me senselessly arching from the mattress and clawing into his shoulders. I should have known better, he was always so talented with his hands, but he had me so overwhelmed that I barely noticed when he had a second finger inside of me.

When his lips met mine he kissed me powerfully, thrusting his tongue into my mouth at the same pace as he pressed his fingers deep into me. I kissed back only instinctively, our embrace growing wild, sloppy, passionate. My cock was so hard that I felt tortured, needed his touch there, nearly came when his wrist accidentally brushed me over. When he heard me hiss and tense, he stopped, and without even seeing him I could almost hear the smile in his every little breath when he pulled back from our kiss. His fingers pulled back next, and I voiced my loss of them even louder, finally opening my eyes when I felt him shift. By the time I looked he was already nuzzling against my stomach, kneeled between my legs and coating the toy liberally with slick lube.

I stiffened up again and he hushed me with a line of kisses down my thigh, calming any protest that I would have put up again. In truth, he'd had me from the beginning, and I was more helpless than I lead him to believe. I sighed, parting my legs further, feeling as he settled between them and bit lightly at my hip. I felt my cock sway, trying to get closer to his alluding mouth, and as always he got close, pulled back, teased me close to the edge of insanity and then drew me back with heavy, open-mouthed kisses from my navel downward. And his distractions worked-- I barely noticed he had the toy against me until he began to ease it in.

This time, I tried outright to relax, let it in. Again it wasn't as hard as I thought it would have been, the latex gel forgiving and warming quickly, his hand cautious as he pressed it inward. As thin as it looked, it felt like it filled me up completely, and I pressed myself back into the pillows as he guided it in deeper. I heard him say something distantly, muffled against the side of my cock, just as the last of it moved into me. I let out a breath I barely noticed I was holding, panting softly as he pet open hands over my stomach and ribs. I shifted, out of curiosity, feeling my body tighten around the toy as it tried to get used to it.

There was no pain and very little discomfort, unlike all those times when I had a real body over me. But all those times before I was so much younger, confused, and my lovers weren't nearly as attentive as the one between my legs now, who was looking up at me with a half smile as his fingers brushed over the base of the toy.

"Can I turn it on?" He asked through a strengthening grin, as if he knew something I didn't. I got the feeling he was going to turn the toy on either way, and as far as we were already, there was no point in saying no.

I barely heard the click of the dial as he turned it on, more felt it. The toy felt like it was deeper inside of me than I assumed it to be, now thrumming at a low pace that made my thighs clench and my breathing change. I'd never felt anything like it, pawed into the blankets on either side of me as I tried to grasp the new sensation as it purred through my system.

I heard him chuckle and then his tongue was tracing up my cock, slowly following the length of me before he was swallowing me down. His hand at the base of the toy moved, adjusted the angle knowingly, and the newly building pleasure I was feeling increased almost alarmingly. I couldn't manage to do anything else but moan and fist into his hair.

It was startlingly intense. Even afterwards I couldn't forget the throbbing of it, pressed just right, right there as he bobbed his head between my legs slowly. The mixed sensations, him around me, something inside of me, was much more pleasure than I was ready for. I wasn't a virgin but I sure as hell felt like one, a virgin with the most experienced lover, making me feel so many new things to the point where all I could do was writhe against the mattress. I arched up, rocked down against the toy instinctively, and that's when he turned it up a notch.

Once again, I didn't hear him do it, but the vibrations increased, much harder than the soft shuddering of before. I cursed him out stupidly, and he laughed around my cock and only made my curse turn into a moan as he swirled his tongue against the head. When I parted my legs and pet down his neck he seemed to take more sympathy on me, his touches growing less teasing, body rocking forward as he took me completely down his throat and turned the toy up another level.

"S-shit, I'm almost there..." I heard myself say, barely in control of myself as I sat up slightly, curling myself up over him as he started sucking me off in earnest. It was only then that I saw his hand moving between his own legs, his cock hard and dripping as he jerked himself in a rough, tight grip. I'm not usually a visual person, but the sight of him kneeled between my legs, going down on me as he pleasured himself, was enough to tip me over the edge.

I warned him only once more and he leaned in just as I came, and I felt like my whole life was being sucked out of me as he swallowed me down. My whole body felt like it was throbbing with the toy as I spilled into his mouth, and I was almost painfully oversensitive by the time he pulled away. I watched through my lashes as he brought himself to completion, whimpering against my thigh as he came over the blankets.

When he finally looked back up at me, his eyes were dilated and obviously self-satisfied, glancing me over as I calmed down. I'd forgotten to feel strange about being the only one naked, nerves still humming in my afterglow and body lulled even further by the toy still hilt-deep inside of me. He did turn it off after a moment, easing it out of my body with the same care he took to put it in, and though I thought I would have been sore I barely felt anything as it left me.

Tossing the toy and the lube aside, he crawled up to lay next to me, and I couldn't help but smile back at the grin that was now plastered onto his features.

"You know..." He started, his breath still uneven against my jaw as he played come-sticky fingers up my chest, "If you wanted to know what was in that box, you could have just asked me."

I was ashamed again, reminded of my wrong-doing, though he coaxed me back to relaxation with a heavy, open kiss against my neck. When I was starting to settle again, he added something thoughtfully, just as he moved up to brush his smirking lips to mine.

"Besides...you should see what I keep in my closet."