I had an orange and I was horny, so I decided to go for it.
I was becoming more and more "in the mood" and had not pleasured myself in a while, so today I decided that I would give in. I wanted to mix things up though and looked around to see what I could imagine up. Then I saw it. The orange setting on my counter, waiting. I new immediately what I wanted. I grabed the orange and stripped nacked once I had reached my room. I had a knife with me from the kitchen and began to cut the orange in half. Once halfed I began the delicate process of carving out a properly sized hole for my erection to slide into. One hole, a size check, I'm too big, back to the cutting board. After two or three more alterations, I finally cut an opening big enough yet snug enough to fit inside. I must say, I was rather impressed by the size needed to accomodate myself. Finally, I got out an old towel and sprawled out on my bed. I began teasing the end of my now anticipating erection with my hand. The scent of the orange sent an exciting aroma through the air. Something different! Once I was finally fully hard, viens visible and pulsing in my shaft, I took the plunge. I slid the orange over my glans. I worked the orange around the crown once or twice, satisfied with the sensations, and continued to lower it over my shaft. Not bad! I continued until I could feel my climax approaching. I spit in my hand and added extra slickness to my cock, and mixed with the juice from the orange became quite intense. Wanting to cum badly, I gave a final thrust and my orgasm errupted. To my surprise, I did not shoot cum as I normaly do. Instead it ran out of quickly over my hand, mixing with the mess already lubricating me. Is there a dreamsicle joke anywhere? An odd decision for the day, but very satisfying.
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