Inside the Cock

This might be a little weird, but bare with me. One of my friends told me about the wonders of inserting something into one's cock. I was wary, since he suggested putting a pen spring in there. I was nervous, since he suggested putting it all the way in (where one can still reach it, mind you) and leaving it inside my cock.

After he suggested this to me, I was curious. He raved about it from day one, saying it felt heavenly having that spring in his cock. So, with some trepidation, I decided one night to put a pen spring in my cock.

The night arrived, and I stripped down till the only thing I was wearing was my pubes. My cock hung limply in front of me, though once my body realized I no longer was confined inside clothing, it began to engorge with blood, growing steadily larger to my full 6in length. I lay on my bed, holding the pen spring in one hand, my cock in the other. I took a deep breath, and touched the spring to the slit in my cock. My pink head gave way, very slightly to the spring, that was a wee bit larger than my hole. I decided it needed a little bit of lubrication.

I rubbed my length, feeling it grow, and feeling the blood pulsing through the bulging veins. I soon began oozing clear nectar, precum, just the lube I needed. With that bit of precum, the spring slid in easier, though not effortlessly. I felt my cock jump, and a bit more precum came out, and I was able to get the spring in a bit more. Soon, the whole spring was in, and I could just barely see the coiled metal poking out of my hole. I tried to see if I could pull it out, if need be, and I could. I was barely able to reach it, but I was able to pull it out when the time came. My cock was a bit sensitive, but I noticed it wasn't going down. I realized it was because it was being constantly stimulated as soon as either it or I moved.

Precum gushed from my cock, and it amazed me how much I oozed. I decided to leave the spring in for about an hour, to see if I liked it. I put my underwear and jeans back on, sans shirt, and went about my business, doing homework, etc. The spring was arousing, but unlike somethings that you can do sexually, it wasn't overpowering. It was just the right amount of stimulation. At first I winced at the pain, but the walls of my urethra soon grew accustomed to the occasional tiny pangs, and I was in heaven.

Every five minutes, I checked to make sure I was still able to pull out the spring, and I was able to, everytime. I was afraid at one point that I would be unable to, but I managed to get it to a point where it would be nothing to extricate it. I had reached my limit for the day, so I decided to masturbate, to pleasure myself with the spring inside, to know what it felt like. With copious amounts of precum oozing out of my cock, I stripped once more, and laid down on my bed again.

My hand grasped my cock, and smeared some of precum on my head. I hissed in pleasure, and started to pump. There was a bit of pain, as the spring touched areas that it hadn't touched for a while. The pain became ecstasy as I neared a massive orgasm. I had saved up two days of cum for this day. My hand slid smoothly over the skin of my cock, and it throbbed, getting closer to cumming. In just a few more seconds, my cock jumped, shooting cum everywhere, shooting over 10 times, each spurt hitting my nipples. I lay back, panting, my cock slowly started shrinking, occasionally spurting, letting loose the last few drops of cum, pooling on my bed. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I said to myself that this was my new way of getting off.