The best thing that ever happened to my sex life was finding my boyfriend's dildo in his sock drawer.
I was 22 at the time and while I had enjoyed the two years I'd spent with Gavin, the sex had started to feel a bit pedestrian, especially considering my high sex drive and overactive imagination.
I was a girl quickly developing into a very good sense of my own blossoming horny self--a pastor's daughter turned liberal college feminist, though I think a lot of that was still somewhat hidden below overalls and snug sweaters and "ah, shucks" girl next door vibes. it was something that lived in my increasingly racy thongs and porn searches and bath-time masturbation sessions.
Gav probably knew what an unleashed hottie he had brewing in me, but I think maybe he was also a little afraid of my late bloom into kink and sexual freedom. I was still the innocently curious Taylor Fitch.
He had met my straight-laced parents which included my Calvary Chapel Pastor Dad and my AYSO weekend halftime snack queen Mom, and he knew I was still slightly living with both feet in two different pools of water. He was careful with me, as much as he adored me, and I was apparently still peeling my interesting onion of a boyfriend.
I had recently cut my hair into a risky, blonde bob that screamed Michelle Williams chic, and I held up the plastic, six inch cock, which was sculpted and shaped just like an actual penis, veins and all.
I stared into the mirror above his dresser and giggled at the toy in front of my perplexed face, framed by my brand new haircut. My hair style was daring. My mother would gasp if she saw my new cut. My father would gasp if he knew I was dating a guy who liked ass-play. And that had to be my assumption, right?
This was not a toy he'd ever used on me. Our shoebox under the bed had a couple of toys we had occasional fun with, and this was not in that well-known rotation.
I had never seen this fake, flesh-covered dick before.
I was flabbergasted.
Did he?
I wondered suddenly.
I don't know why I did it but I brought the cock up to my nose and sniffed it.
The faintest smell of ass. I smiled.
There was the tiniest whiff of shit, cleaned heavily with the Bath and Body Works soap in our shared apartment bathroom. 'Apple Butter Blossom' with just a hint of 'Boyfriend Butt.'
"Caught brown-handed," I thought. I laughed out loud in the empty apartment.
Gavin wouldn't be home from his classes for another few hours and my mind was suddenly racing.
Either my very masculine, straight-presenting boyfriend was sneaking over another girl while I was out of the apartment and fucking her ass with a hidden toy...
...or...
...he was fucking himself. And had never told me.
I was ninety percent certain I knew which was one was true.
The instant thrill that jolted through my body when I thought of my boyfriend doing that to himself was unexpectedly wonderful and I was horny from it immediately. I could feel the warmth between my legs.
I looked at my phone to see if he had texted me. I knew I had my run of the place for the next hour at least.
I glanced over at his desk where his open laptop sat hibernating.
I knew I shouldn't. I knew this was morally crossing a line.
But I needed to know. My brain and my pussy NEEDED to know. He's the one that was hiding a dildo after all.
I pulled up his internet search history as I leaned up, barely perching my ass at the top of his desk chair. I was on a mission now. I had to know for sure. I was also strangely excited by it all.
But there was nothing.
No Pornhub.
No Literotica.
No saved Tumblr pages with fantasy-driven images.
Even I had those.
I sighed a frustrated sigh. My pussy was not finding the evidence I was hoping for. How did he not watch any porn? That wasn't possible. I'd caught him at least once when coming home. We'd talked about it, but never watched any together. So...why would he delete it? Unless he was embarrassed at the categories he was choosing. But it didn't make sense. I found plenty of search history for everything else he looked at.
But then as I was about to give up, I realized that his laptop had both Chrome and, almost hidden as a logo in the very right corner of his screen, the Safari icon. Like it had been dragged almost out of sight unless you knew it was there, hiding just to the bottom right of the recycling bin.
I raised an eyebrow. Why did he need to store the shortcut in a barely visible spot like that? Unless...
I clicked it open and scrolled up to the history, and this time my kinky boyfriend was outed immediately.
WOW.
He had both Pornhub and Xhamster page searches that seemed to scroll on forever. Video history as recent as yesterday included bi mmf porn and cuckolding porn and pegging porn. He watched tons of videos of cock hypnosis and a category called 'babecock,' which was basically just compilations of sexy girls shown side-by-side with all sorts of hot cock action as a soothing female narrator described the nasty gay things she wanted the watcher to engage in. That was fucking hot to me. I even found Literotica history from the 'First Time Gay' category and even some 'Gay Daddy' content. Gay seduction was a popular topic for him too I realized. So was pegging. So was bisexual. He was a very busy boy. I laughed and got a warm buzz knowing all of these things turned my guy on. So many secrets were buried in these searches. I was immediately his Freudian observer. Gavin was obsessed with the idea of cock.
I also noticed a very heavy focus on anal penetration. Lots of bareback cock in lots of submissive asses. He didn't seem to watch a ton of blowjob videos even though there were definitely some guys that were made to suck cock and even strap-on cock. Mostly he was obsessed with watching men made to submit. Strong men, bent over and taken. Slutty men, spreading their asses for new cock.
I was growing slowly more aroused imagining my overtly straight boyfriend getting off to all of this gay porn. How could he never tell me any of this? That was my first thought, but then almost immediately I understood and I knew the myriad of reasons.
