Habitrail

 

I find myself going into Billy’s room.  It’s not like I have anything to do.  Then I think back to college as I stare at his hamster’s cage.  Those days I would have done anything just to see what it was like.  In one hand, I have a paper towel roll, and in the other is a roll of duct tape

I roll a little bit of duct tape around Mr. Nibbles’ little mouth.  Billy’s been lazy and not giving Mr. Nibbles enough balsa wood to gnaw.  If he bit down, it would hurt quite a bit.  I feel my heart quicken with anticipation.  I feel like a boy again.

I stretch my anus open and place the toilet paper roll in.  The memory of the feeling rushes back to me, the smooth cardboard is the embrace of an old friend.  I place Mr. Nibbles into the conduit to my pleasure; his little hamster paws make that unmistakable sound.  A faint scratching heralds each passing step closer to my eventual climax.

He wiggles and squirms like an 8 year old in a sleeping bag.  His wiggles and struggles tickle me from the inside, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.  The pitter-patter of his little feet is a full body massage for my prostate.  As my orgasm reaches its peak, my little friend slows and eventually stops moving.  It’s as if you can feel his breathing cease, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

I’ll just tell him he left the cage open when he gets home from school.  The damned hamster wheel kept me up all night anyway.