Caught Jerking Off with an Onahole
I slid my cock into the transparent silicone hole and started pumping.
In my ears, a doujin voice ASMR played: Tormenting My Little Sister’s Inverted Huge Tits (Instant Climax Defeat Pussy, Ohogo, Korean Subtitles Edition).
I lay back with my head on the pillow, eyes closed, painting an imaginary woman in my mind.
My Japanese listening skills were garbage, but I followed along through the voice actress’s moans and the overall atmosphere.
I pictured a petite black-haired beauty with gloomy huge tits, inverted nipples, and a pure white pussy—exactly my type.
The reaction hit. Now. This was the moment to go all out.
I shook it in short, frantic strokes. The onahole’s internal gimmicks brushed against my glans. Dozens of hands seemed to caress the head all at once.
“Hng, hnn…!”
It was coming.
The urge to cum was rising.
A thick, dense load of male juice denser than any orgasm I’d ever had was about to explode!
“Ohoooh…!!!”
Sparks burst behind my eyelids. A long, draining ejaculation that felt like it was yanking my cock out by the roots. I could almost hear the wet throb, throb.
For the first time I realized a guy could actually go “Ohgogok!” when he came.
“Hah… haaah… huwaaah….”
When I gripped the onahole to pull out, the internal textures became even clearer. My freshly spent, hypersensitive cock got tormented all over again.
I groaned and took deep breaths. If I didn’t get this thing off right now, it was going to milk my balls dry.
I slowly rolled onto my side and tugged. Every brush against the head made my hips clench.
How much had I shot…? It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
I opened my eyes and looked at the onahole.
The onahole.
And a familiar face. A face I’d seen for over twenty years—impossible not to recognize.
Standing behind the bed, phone in hand, staring straight at me with an expression that looked ready to explode into laughter at any second.
That face belonged to my childhood friend, Lee Yerin.
“……Huh?”
“Ahahahahahaha!!!”
The moment I yanked out the noise-canceling wireless earbuds, her presence hit even harder.
How long had she been there?
“Holy shit, this bastard’s face… it’s fucking hilarious! You crazy little shit… you call that a dick? Unbelievable… swinging that pinky-finger-sized cock around while you jerk off, that feel good? And those moans, fuck… a guy making those sounds….”
She snickered and mocked me.
“Hey. Enjoy the show? Clean that little dick properly. Wow, it’s seriously tiny.”
She flicked the head of my cock with a fingertip, then shook her hand like she’d touched something filthy.
“This is fun.”
Yerin grinned as she showed me the video saved in her gallery.
“You’re having fun too, right?”
That chilling smile made my vision go black. I felt like I was about to pass out with my eyes still open.
She grabbed me with rough hands, tossed me into the bathroom, and ordered me to wash up and come out.
When reason returned, I understood with absolute clarity.
My life was over.
The secret that absolutely could not be discovered…
…had been discovered by the one person I least wanted to find out.
Content: Bro it’s literally a cum-extraction machine wtf I never knew I had such a pathetic premature-ejaculation dick how much of my life have I wasted
4 a.m. The dead of night when every normal person had gone to bed.
No mods in sight, so the lewds sat unmoderated for a few minutes, and threads completely unrelated to games started popping up.
Tonight’s topic was onaholes.
Everyone dug out the onaholes they kept at home, posted proof, and swapped info.
It wasn’t that onaholes were common tools so much as that the average quality of people still gallery-posting at 4 a.m. instead of sleeping was just that low.
Content: Never tried it but there’s no way sex feels better than this
Content: You gotta marinate yourself in dopamine from now so later you can develop your prostate and learn real pleasure
Content: (photo) Don’t casually use hard holes if you get addicted you’re 100% becoming a premature ejaculator
Content: What are you even? Steel cock? Just stick it in and you’ll start leaking, fuck
Maybe it was the late hour.
The usual trash threads were rolling along, but somehow they pulled at me.
Does it really feel that good?
I searched online and found tons of people saying it felt amazing.
You might get a defective product and have to exchange it, but nobody ever regretted buying one.
Number one item a guy should buy once he lives alone.
Time wasted after becoming an adult = time spent without an onahole.
Of course it felt better than sex, and if you learned how to take stimulation from an onahole you could even control your ejaculation during actual sex later—that claim showed up too.
For real?
As if possessed, I made an account on an adult goods site.
The reviews were excellent. Guys who’d just finished jerking off and entered post-nut clarity wrote long-winded praise for their onaholes.
Prices weren’t as high as I expected either. Some under ten thousand won, and unless it had special gimmicks you could get one for under thirty thousand.
Not a disposable either… buy once and it lasts at least six months, over a year if you take care of it.
Better to drop money on an onahole than on mobile gacha—several times smarter.
There was even a system that recommended an onahole that fit you.
Pick size, girth, preferred material, and it picks a product for you.
I hurriedly dropped my pants, sat down, and measured with a ruler.
A size that filled me with self-loathing.
No matter how much I shook it by hand it refused to go past 10 cm, so I pressed down on the pubic bone and measured from the root.
10 cm. Exactly 10 cm….
Girth was a bit better. Roughly rounded up to about 12 cm—a short, chubby cock.
Even I thought it looked fucking ugly. Maybe I should just declare lifelong virginity.
Though before that I should probably worry about getting a girlfriend in the first place.
Fuck it. They say onaholes are better than pussy. Get one companion hole and live with it forever—that’s a life… shit.
Was buying an onahole right now the correct move?
Self-loathing and lust played tug-of-war. Lust won this round.
Onahole, lube, cleaning tools—fifty thousand won total.
Expensive, but solvable by skipping the next mobile game pickup character. The next one wasn’t my type anyway.
A woman, by rights, should never be taller than 170 cm.
Hair obviously long, tits heavy enough to still give milk to her husband after raising three kids.
Bare breasts weren’t enough. I wanted heavy, swaying huge tits or long hanging ones.
Ass needed the kind of plumpness that looked like it could shit three times over.
Only a thick meaty pig ass that my defective gene-injection tool—my tiny dick—wouldn’t even dare attempt doggy-style with counted as a true woman. Muscle, of course, was out; it had to be fat.
Belly needed some soft fat. When you grab a handful of belly while pulling her hair, it should fill your palm thickly.
Or the kind of “maidenly” shyness that says “touch my chest instead” was fine too.
Six-pack? You want me to punch you in the gut or what?
Hair was war. Better none at all.
On a woman, hair should only exist on the scalp; every single strand below the neck was a debuff that shaved one point of charm.
The next mobile game pickup character went against my female preferences.
Short-haired tall princely slender type?
Anyone who liked that was probably gay.
For a second a familiar face flashed through my mind. A bad connection I’d known since we were babies.
She had the fancy title of childhood friend, but “ball-busting friend” fit better in my opinion.
Ah, fuck. Boner gone.
The biggest reason I’d gotten this studio apartment was because that bitch kept barging into my house and causing chaos.
Fucking bitch.
Just thinking about her made rage boil up. I forced it down by remembering the onahole I’d just ordered.
Did I buy too cheap a one? Should’ve gotten one with an anal hole too, something with more weight.
They said if you flip it on the bed and rock your hips it really feels like sex.
I went to bed looking forward to the day I’d meet my first onahole.
Every free moment I checked how far the delivery had come.
For three whole days I held off jerking off while waiting for the onahole.
For someone who normally shook it at least three times a day, no-fap was extremely hard, but I disciplined my mind with the feeling of waiting for a pure girlfriend’s hymen.
The end of that wait was pure bliss.
A soft pink hole. A compact onahole that fit my size perfectly.
I entered a trance state, put on the doujin ASMR voice I’d prepared in advance, jammed in wireless earbuds plus earplugs, closed my eyes, and sank into my own world.
Adjusting the lube amount wasn’t hard either.
After a few pumps with my cock inside I fully adapted to the internal gimmicks and started hunting for pleasure.
At this rate I wouldn’t even have a comeback if someone called me a premature ejaculator.
I stroked while holding back the orgasm.
And… the end of that pleasure was the end of my life.
I scrubbed my cock, caked in lube and cum, under the cold shower spray.
Outside the door I could hear humming.
“Baby dick~ aren’t you coming out soon~?”
I seriously considered throwing myself out the window dozens of times.