Vance's Voodoo Stuff

Hi! I'm Vance, young, and fit. I have blue eyes and light blonde gray hair. My hair length is typical for a guy. I am 17. I have a secret that I haven't told anybody. It's that I could do strange things. I only noticed that this year. I realized I could do things a normal human can't do. I watch a lot of fantasy movies, especially the ones that feature superheroes. I loved the supernatural element in each, and finding out that I have this filled me with joy. But I was also scared. I'm not that special. I was scared of the responsibilities.

I also fantasized a lot about this newfound discovery. I am usually a horny gay guy looking for something, and the ideas that I have in my head, knowing I have powers, are fucking creepy. What can I do with this? Some of the ideas that intruded on my mind were just doing gay stuff, like spying on hot guys without them ever knowing. The other one was being an incubus myself, hiding myself, and sucking off sleeping guys. They wouldn't suspect a thing! Yeah, that sounded so wrong. I'm still a virgin, despite being able to get so fucking horny most of the time. I just conceal myself so well in public. Superheroes, witches, and sorcerors--whatever we call them--which one do I fall into? I do know of those sleeping sex demons. Me being a horny gay guy granted with magic? What could go wrong?

For now, I could only lift things and make them stay in the air. Move them. Freeze a pot of boiling water in an instant. The thought that plagued my mind most of the time was just... gay sex. Yeah, disgusting me. But I'm not exploring anything else yet. I'm not actively using my powers or looking for more of what I can do. Nobody knows but me. I try to use it when given the time, because having watched many magic world-themed movies and shows, not using powers may go out of control.

Anyway, a usual morning passed. When the night crept in, I went to this sex store wearing a bonnet and a facemask to somewhat hide my identity. This was my first trip to the store, trying to keep my cool. There's someone at the register that I enjoy looking at. I find him hot; he has this muscular figure, especially his arms. I swear those guns just want to get out of his sleeves. I love it even more when he wears a tank top, especially when his chest pokes out from the neck hole of his tank and shapes his clothes, accentuating his big, round pecs. He is goddamn attractive. Acknowledging all this, I needed to appear uninterested because that's what I just do. We're just... cool.

While browsing through the store, I found this hyper-realistic dildo of a big, fat cream-colored penis. It looked like a big dick of a white man. It was 9 inches long and 8 inches around. It also matched with hairless balls that looked nice; it made me internally drool. The dildo looked so realistic that it even looked like it had veins in it because of the realistic color. They looked so nice, and it's so inviting. I felt like I wanted to hug a real one like it with my face and then give it a long sniff and kiss. However, this dildo was actually out of my budget. So instead, I grabbed the other plain-looking, cheaper one that's just almost one light skin tone, but nevertheless, it still looks like a human cock if you don't pay too much attention. I also got those cock rings of different sizes in metal and silicone. Anyway, I checked them out and checked out the guy one last time before leaving the store. We did not really chat. It was kinda awkward, me buying these things and all.

Finally, I got home. I greeted my parents, and of course, I had a backpack that night to hide my things. It was around 6 or 7 at night when I came back home. I headed upstairs, went into my room, and closed the door. I then quickly opened my bag and grabbed the paper bag that contained my dildo and rings. I then placed it under my bed, obscured by the bed sheets and blanket.

I then took a quick shower and changed my clothes to be comfortable at home. Stretchy shorts over boxer briefs and a tank top. We had dinner with my parents, had casual family talk, and finished at around 8 p.m. It was a Friday. TGIF. I then performed my usual dental hygiene routine. I cannot sleep without doing that. I then undressed until only my boxer briefs remained. Lying on my back on the bed, I then slept.

It was around midnight when I was suddenly woken up by something. It was like an urge to do something. I checked the clock: 11:58 p.m. I had a slight boner, as I always do when I sleep. My boxers were putting up a tent. I had always placed my dick in my underwear downward, or sometimes sideward-downward, even when I'm sporting a semi or hard-on. I ran my right hand down and went inside my boxer briefs, grabbed a handful of my junk, and gave it a slight shake. My left hand went to nudge down my brief until the elastic went below my balls. I looked at my door to see it closed. I proceeded to jerk off half-heartedly, as I didn't really feel horny; I was just hard in the middle of the night. After some twenty to thirty seconds, I stopped, wore my boxers properly, and then went to try to sleep.

But that got interrupted when I heard a knock from below. My room's below a guest room that's not currently used. As I was tired, I lifted my head off the bed to confirm I heard such a thing. I waited for a few seconds until I rested my head and neck from the noise, and I decided it must not need my attention. I then closed my eyes, but I heard another knock. But now the sound of the knock is much closer than the previous one. It's almost like it was under my bed, not under my room. I suddenly got up and sat in bed. I opened the lamp beside me and immediately looked under my bed. I can only find the bag with the stuff that I just bought earlier.

I let out a sigh. It must have been my horny thoughts. "Not now," I whispered to myself as I still wanted to sleep. I then got to my bed, closed the lamp, and tried to go to sleep. That's when I heard the paper bag fall.

"Ugh," I expressed myself, as something kept disturbing me from sleeping. I opened the lamp again and got out of bed. I lifted the sheets that hid my sex stuff and grabbed it. I went to my bathroom and switched the light on to get a clearer look at my new things. I then sat on the lid of the toilet bowl.

I placed the paper bags of my stuff on my lap and started to put them all out, placing them on a small table just beside the toilet. I rubbed my eyes to try to wake myself up some more. I first grabbed the cock rings. I recounted and confirmed I got what I bought. Five cock rings: three metal and two silicone. They are of different sizes, but not much of a difference from each other; the smallest probably fits mine.

Then, finally, my dildo. The packaging was basic: a rectangular box, one side with a plastic window, and white all around with minimalistic labels. I was giving it a spin, and I stopped at the side with the plastic window for a preview. But upon a longer look, it wasn't quite what I saw in the store earlier.

"Huh... what?" I was confused. This wasn't what I bought. I swear. It was limp, but it was relatively big, like show-er-big-big for a real dick, and it's uncut. The package said 7 inches, but I think what I'm seeing is no more than five and a half. Probably 'cause it was limp. Haha. But it looked so real. I thought I bought the plain one. I even checked it myself before checkout, and I even saw the hot cashier place it in the bag.

Doubting myself, I opened the package, grabbed it out of the box, and inspected it more. I must be imagining, but this produced a small hint of smell. Another man's musk smell. A man's one sign of masculinity that I love. It smells so good. I turned it around to look at its behind; it still had the press-on sucky thing. And the balls also seemed real, adding to the realisticness of this product. I can confirm that my eyes weren't lying to me, and I hope I'm not going insane. I swear, I could see it was moving. As I looked closer, the balls were moving on their own, like real balls. I was surprised as a naughty thing just popped into my head, and my hands just suddenly lost grip on the dildo. When it fell to the floor, I heard a hint of a somewhat painful groan somewhere. But being still kinda sleepy, it's late night, and my attention's on a strange thing, I dismissed it. I was so intrigued by this special dildo. I could make out veins, and the balls were subtly moving on their own. I witness those movements on my own balls, so I know it's very realistic.

The dildo was limp, and it was pointing downward. It was hanging low. I love it when the cock and balls just hang low. I'd actually prefer it if I gave a blowie to a softie first, then a semi, then the raging hardon. The first thing I did to it was get all of it into my mouth. Literally. The whole thing was in my mouth--the limp dick and low-hanging balls all inside my mouth--with my tongue moving around and sucking it. If this was a dream, well, I don't know what to say. I swear I could feel it twitch and slightly harden.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed to myself while the dildo... like... flexed on its own. This was really hot, having made my dick jump as well. I then pulled it outside my mouth, still vaccuming and sucking it, which made a wet pop sound. It was limp when I first put it in my mouth, but now that it's popped out of my mouth, dripping down with my saliva, the dildo is now like in semi-hard mode. I don't think there's such dildo technology, is there? And definitely not the cheap one I bought from the store. Does it have something to do with my powers? I think I can observe this to now be around 6 to 7 inches and getting more girthier, but all so slowly. It was like slowly waking up--exactly like an erection! The foreskin was now slowly being unable to cover the bulbous head whole, as it was slowly getting pulled back.

I then sucked on its big head with my eyes fixated on the shaft to see its progressing growth. All this, while getting intoxicated by another man's smell emanating from this dildo, just kept me going hotter and hotter. I relocated myself and the thing to my room. I was next to the side of my bed, kneeling while my hands held the dildo at the side of the bed, so if this was a real blowjob, it would be like I was sucking a man while he's sitting with wide legs open at the side of my bed, which I was imagining right now.

The dildo was basically a disembodied big dick right now, and I was sucking on it. Am I weird? I was determined to see if this could go fully hard. From head to base, I wrapped my lips tight and bobbed my head up and down, making rapid "kisses" to the "crotch." I could smell a man from this dildo, making me enjoy it every time I inhale. I lifted the dick up and digged my face in so that it's now my nose meeting the center of the balls, and boy, could I sniff harder than this moment? It smelled so good, I felt high, and my eyes were doing that horny face. It felt like I could continue doing this forever. I stopped bobbing and lifted my head, freeing the massive, hard dick from my mouth, and took a small rest for my jaw and neck muscles.

Now I think it elongated to around 9 to 10 inches long and 8 inches thick. It was so wet from me slobbering over it. I also found the dick to be moving up and down in small movements, like what I would observe on my own when I'm raging hard, additionally confirming that it was seemingly so real once again, minus the rest of the body and the suction cup at the rear. I then once again put my nose as close as possible to the dick's center, just between the dick and balls, and made a long sniff like it was drugs, then another long sniff with my nose sliding from the balls and thick shaft up to the bulbous head. I was leaking this moment. I wasn't even touching myself. "Oh god, this is so hot. Whatever this technology is, I approve it." I then sucked it again all the way in. Deepthroating it. I barely take breaks and try to deepthroat it all the way, with the balls also inside my mouth, and I suckle, vacuuming the whole thing. Then I started sucking again, bobbing my head faster than ever, making sure not a square inch of the shaft was getting missed by my tight wrapping lips. I felt like almost cumming. Slobbering and so sloppy, my spit was overflowing. And I swear, I could taste a man's precum from this dildo as I felt a texture of precum-like fluid in my tongue. Don't ask me how I know how it feels. Yes, I tasted my own!

As I was going sloppy over this beautiful dildo, I was getting sweaty. I wanted to ride it, but I hadn't done my hygiene stuff down there, and I wanted to get off real hard, so I got my underwear off and proceeded to jerk myself off as I sucked on this beautiful dildo cock. My left hand was wrapping my dick and jerking, while the other pinned the dildo down from the base. I was getting so close; I wanted to see if this dildo could cum. Please be real on that part too. My eyes were closed while I furiously sucked on this big dildo. My legs were getting shaky as I jerked off with my right hand. Oh fuck. Dick in my throat and out, in and out. Oh fuck! I went faster and faster with heavier sniffs each time. I was loving this! Oh god, mmhmm... The smell of a man's musk and everything. Mmhm... mhm... fuck! I let out one more groan, and that's when I felt the bursts of warm liquid hitting the back of my throat. My inner throat tube felt those jet-like bursts of cum, making me cough. My eyes opened in surprise, wide-eyed for a moment. I deepthroated the whole thing, letting it cum down my throat, swallowing every drop like it was my last supply of water stranded in the desert. I was so horny that my eyelids just dropped down, making lazy eyes, or in this case, horny eyes. Savoring the tasty, strange liquid that is just like the real thing. I would know, and it was a lot. While the dildo's still twitching and deep in my throat, I locked the dildo down to the base with my mouth and throat. I freed my one hand that was pinning down the dildo and grabbed my balls. I was pulling my balls down and squeezing them while my dick was getting harsh stroking by the other hand. I was getting close. Ohh... oh god. Oh fuck. Oh yeahh... The moans I make while jerking myself off and deepthroating the whole thing. I could feel that it was alive--very alive--with very much twitching as I felt it in my throat and tongue. I took one heavy, long sniff to get that musk smell once again, and oh god! Ohh fuckkkk! I was cumming hard. My legs fell to the floor as I was orgasming hard. Having sprayed all over myself and some of my blanket hanging on this side of the bed, I let out a few more moans as I finished.

And weirdly, not that this was any less weird, I thought I was barely hearing some hints of a man moaning somewhere, but I don't know where exactly. I myself am moaning about doing the thing, so I dismissed it. Plus, I was going crazy with this dildo. It twitched in my mouth; it pulsed. I could feel it twitch inside my throat like a real cock's response to an orgasm. I released it from my mouth and tried to squeeze out more cum from it. I licked it from the bulging bottom of the shaft up to the head. I deepthroated it once again with my lips wrapping around it the tightest I could with my tongue out, squeezing it between my upper lip and tongue, and popped it out, making a wet pop sound. Not wasting a bit of the milky white fluid that remained in the dildo's small inner soft tube (like a real dick's urethra), I savored the last bits I squeezed out of this big dildo. The foreskin slowly started to cover its head as it shrank. Then I gave it one last kiss and one more pop from the base.

I refuse to believe that this was just a dildo. The skin was so on point. It was warm on its own. I could feel it. I hugged it with my face, and I can confirm that it just seemed so real. When you jerk it off, it's like the real thing. When you squeeze it, it's soft but has a certain thickness at its center. When you squeeze it hard, the thin uppermost layer of the skin is soft but hard inside, but also still kinda bendy. Just like a real cock. You can't do that to a regular dildo because the skin is immovable; it's just one solid object. It even orgasmed and came out like the real thing.

After I'm done and have realized everything that just happened, I cleaned up the stains I made. I then cleaned the dildo, washed it with warm water and gentle soap, and then cleaned it carefully. It seemed so real even now when I was washing it. I dried it with towel pats. Again, so real. I washed my own dick, and the sensation and realisticness of it were pretty much the same when I cleaned the now softie dildo. The way it dangles down and hangs low. The way it bounces up and down. And I can't forget the manly smell it emits.

I washed my own face as some cum leaked around my lips. I hid the dildo far deep in my cabinet of folded clothes. I then headed for my bed, closed the bathroom light behind me, and checked for my bedside digital clock. It said 01:01. Time to sleep, I thought to myself, and then I closed my bedside lamp. It was the best kind of tiredness I felt that night. I slept like a log, with a smile on my face.