Jeff sulked on the couch, half-heartedly watching a college baseball game on ESPN. It was supposed to be his final summer of fun before college. He had turned eighteen just before the end of his senior year of high school, which meant that he was too old to officially be a Boy Scout. But he was still able to work on staff at Camp Baden, the Boy Scout camp that he had attended every summer since he joined the scouts seven years ago. That was how he wanted to spend his final summer as a kid, one last time at the camp that gave him a lifetime of great memories. One final summer of fun with all of his scouting buddies until it happened.
"It" was the fall from the climbing course at camp. Foolishly, he had neglected to clip himself onto the safety line. After all, it was a strict rule that all scouts and staff members had to wear a helmet and clip their body harness onto one of the safety lines to prevent injury from an accidental fall. But for some reason Jeff didn't follow the rules that day and now he was to spend the rest of his summer at home with both of his wrists in casts.
When Jeff fell, he put both arms out to break his fall. The hard landing resulted in two badly fractured wrists. The casts started at his elbows and extended all the way up to his hands, encasing both of them up to the first knuckles of his fingers. His thumbs were put in a cast with just the tips poking out. With just two knuckles of each of his fingers poking out from the edges of the casts, it left him with very limited use of his hands. He could still bend his elbows, so his arms were not completely immobilized, but that small bit of good fortune was lost on him. He hadn't left the house since the injury happened a little over two weeks ago, spending his time sulking around in a pair of cut off sweat pants and a t-shirt.
The sound of the doorbell roused Jeff from his torpor. Slowly he rose from the couch and walked to the foyer. His clumsy fingers struggled but managed to unlatch the door. He was met with a pleasant surprise as he swung the door open.
"Jeffrey Porter?"
"Yes?" He replied.
Standing before him was a woman wearing the familiar brown uniform of a UPS delivery person -- short pants that came to about mid-thigh, a short-sleeve shirt that buttoned down the front with a collar, and a brown cap with the UPS logo on it. She greeted him with a pleasant smile as his eyes played over her body. She was petite and very cute. Her strawberry red hair was tied back in a long ponytail that stuck out from the back of her cap. She was curvaceous, but not fat. Her legs were a little thick, but shapely and very well defined. As he looked her over, Jeff's eyes lingered a little too long at her large breasts that strained the buttons of her uniform shirt with a name tag that read "Amy." He managed to pry his gaze from her plunging cleavage. When his eyes met hers, she smiled at him knowingly.
"I have a package for you. Can you sign here?"
"Um...I broke both of my wrists recently and I'm still having problems grasping things. Do I really have to sign for it?"
"Oh, you poor boy. Can you just scribble something the best you can? I'm required to get a signature for delivery." Amy asked sympathetically.
"I can try." Jeff replied as Amy handed him an electronic data pad and stylus. Clumsily he managed to scribble a few loops and lines that remotely looked like it could be his signature.
"Thank you. Will you need any help?" Amy asked as she took the pad back from Jeff and handed him a medium-sized rectangular box.
"No, no. I'll be fine."
"OK, have a good day." She said with a smile as she turned back to her truck.
"Thanks." Jeff said as he watched her jog back to her brown delivery van, enjoying her nicely rounded ass and bare legs as she disappeared into the vehicle.
As the van pulled away, he shut the door. A smile came across his face.
"It finally came. This isn't going to be such a bad day after all." He said to himself.
Excitedly, he ran to the kitchen and placed the package on the counter. He opened the utility drawer in the set of cabinets so fast that it caused the contents to noisily rattle around.
"Knife, knife, knife. Damn it, where is the fucking thing?" Jeff muttered as his eyes scanned the chaotic clutter that filled the drawer to its limit. He grinned with satisfaction when he found a well-worn penknife among the hodgepodge of tools, trinkets and other items. He grabbed it and tried to open the main blade, but his fingers still lacked the dexterity to grasp the thin metal in order to swing it out.
"Shit!" He exclaimed as he threw the tool back into the drawer and slammed it shut. Frantically, he looked around the kitchen to the set of expensive steak knives that rested in the wooden storage block on the counter. He grabbed the knife with the thickest handle and carefully slipped the sharp tip into the taped seam of the package. The work was difficult due to his limited dexterity, but he finally managed to open the brown cardboard shipping box.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he slid his new possession out of the box and saw that it was not encased in some impossible to open plastic package. Thankfully it was in a thin cardboard box that could easily be opened with his clumsy fingers.
Jeff's lips stretched into a wide smile as he looked at the thin, cardboard packaging.
The Fleshlight
, read the box. He could feel his nervous, sexual tension grow as he looked at the box, knowing he was going to have an afternoon of pleasure.
Jeff saw it advertised while surfing the internet. In addition to his injured hands costing him his summer at camp, it prevented him from being able to pleasure himself. Sitting around the house all day, surfing the net and looking at porn left him very frustrated. His horniness was driving him insane without a way for release. When he saw the Fleshlight advertised on one of the adult sites, he felt that getting one was going to be the only bright spot to an otherwise disappointing summer.
It was a male masturbation toy shaped like a very thick flashlight, thick enough for him to grasp between his injured hands. One end had a bright pink opening that looked like vagina with lips and a little clitoris. The inside was made of a very soft rubber-like material that felt "life-like" according to the website's testimonials. The exterior of the toy had a hard plastic shell, much like a flashlight.
Jeff grabbed the boxes and jogged from the kitchen, bounded up the steps, and into his bedroom, tossing the Fleshlight along with a small plastic bottle that was included in the package onto his bed. Quickly he pulled his shorts down, kicking them across the room and practically tearing his t shirt when he struggled to pull it off. His cock was steely hard. It bobbed up and down while he struggled to get his shirt off and hopped onto his bed. He knew he was starting to get hard while he was staring at Amy the delivery woman. He figured she could see his shorts beginning to bulge from his erection, but he didn't care. He was finally going to have some relief and a little fun.
Jeff was flat on his back, completely naked with his stiff cock pointing up to his belly. The toy came with a bottle of lubricant --
HeatFlesh
, read the label on the small plastic bottle. Using the nail of his thumb, he was able to flip the cap open and pour a little into the vagina-like opening to the toy. He managed to close the cap without spilling any and tossed it to the side of the bed.
