I was curious to stick my dick into some chemical amalgam, having restricted previous penetration and rubbings to humans (sometimes borderline), soft fabrics and a melon. I never did the fruit thing again, I just saw it in a cheech & chong movie once. I was very excited about taking delivery of my personal penis pamper, I'd thought about getting a fake-pussy-thing for years. Why? For those times away, or times without any. I also wanted to try one for the new experience and ever reliable self-gratitude. I had one demonstrated to me once. I was involved in this threesome thing where everyone was fucking everyone, even the girl had a stap-on. It was truly an atmosphere of open sharing. Seeing his in action made me feel less atypical for lusting after my own experience with stretchy rubbery stuff. His didn't look very inviting though; too shiny, too wobbly-jelly weird, but I'm certain he was having enormous fun jumping on it like an animal and humping the clear green life out of it. The colour was a little bit disturbing. I placed mastabatorial/toy perverted thoughts to the back of my mind during my subsequent monogamous relationship to focus on shibari/other perversions and to recover from her ravenous appetite. With the relationship over, my emotions/psyche said 'thanks, time for a smoko, I'm burnt out for now', but my cock was having a fit; like, totally crying and being very unmanly, constantly complaining like 'she gave me sooo much love, you don't boo-hoo'. I tried to give lots of love, but he was still disappointed. Now, my filthy admission is that I've used the internet to view pornography. I was introduced to the fleshlight there. Almost love at first sight. Great idea I thought, customisable insert thingies with a realistic look & feel, but the name and concept of an oversized torch as camouflage seemed a wee bit tacky. I'll get over it. Besides, it's a new year. Time to try new things and buy presents for one's beloved. Add to cart. Checkout. waitwaitwait 'down boy!' waitwaitwait. To be fair, it was a very quick delivery in reality-time. The .au forums provided me great, practical sex-manual-like advice on what to expect, how to use the thing, different positions and locations and amusing anecdotes (public beach though? hmm...). Now how to keep a straight face when the delivery man gets here?

I was slightly underwhelmed by my first flight. Too tired from a sleeplessly excited night, woken too early by a delivery man knock--I hadn't even had my morning coffee yet! Still I had to sate my curiosity, but it was a struggle to work up the energy.
I don't think I warmed it for long enough that first time and didn't use enough lube for my sensitive uncirc penis. It felt kind of realistic, a bit looser perhaps (I got a Lady Stu, but it doesn't look like it's modelled from a cross-dresser called Stuart), the little knobbly bits were nice, I expected the entrance to have been tighter after reading the reports of death grip. As it was, I just wanted to cum and go back to sleep. The experience left me with mixed feelings of future possible satisfaction and a slightly chafed feeling cock. After a shower and breakfast I thought I should give it another prod for practise and don't spare the lube! This time I'd give it a fair go, lots of warm-up, lube and time to enjoy. Oh did I enjoy it. Just thinking about it as I write this, I need to spread it's pink lips again and feel the soft soft wet caress. And the heat! The feeling of hot wet engulf sends me into orbit. Back soon.

I still find I don't last as long with this as compared to LF RT (Lady Flesh, Real Thing), I'm sure that's just me not taking the care to please someone else, no playing games; just being impatient, wanting release. but shit, it isn't a replacement for xx RT. But it sure is something incredible beyond wanking.

For the afternoon session I wanted a nice slow long ride. It's been hot here in Melb (40ish) and by the end I nearly drowned in my puddle of sweat, my limbs were so floppy and shaking I was totally unable to swim, so it was a good thing I was sitting at the shallow end. As I slowly slid the soft skinrubber down my shaft I surprised myself by letting out groans and little 'that's good'-s. I spent the next several post-coital hours with a very happy cock, throbbing away as I walked about with a relaxed smile. Surely there's a role in the future for my hands? Maybe they could learn to play the piano or get a bit part as Thing.

btw. about my case issues, the black case appeals. It looks serious, (classy?), like some crazy, oversize inside-out dildo, and not much like a torch at all. Thank christ.

lol, great testimonial sputnik. Gave us alot of insight into how you came across the fleshlights and always great to see you found the forums a useful source of information when it comes to getting what youre looking for.

Also great to see you didnt just give up after that first plunge. Hope you have many a good session in the future

Welcome, Sputnik. Yes, it does improve with practice.

As with other forms of sexual activity, it really gets more satisfying as you get to grips (no pun) with it, I - and many others - have found.

As you say, not quite like real sex with a willing woman -for which there IS NO SUBSTITUTE, but better than any other I have found (so far).

great read sputnik.
i was also a bit overexcited and eager the first flight but trying not to have to higher expectations i soon realised that it certainly does keep getting better and better

LOL Well Done.. Bravo.. that was an awesome read sputnik.. hehe Every story just like the ride is different and I was right there every little way from start to end.. loved it! *applaudes* Thanks for sharing and welcome along for the Fleshlight Ride.. please take your seat on Air Fleshlight, oh yeah and... buckle up!! *winks*