One of the challenges of a long distance relationship is the time periods between visits. For K and I, we see each other roughly once a month. It’s not enough for either of us, but it is what our schedules will allow for now. A few weeks ago, we were discussing this on one of our video chats.
“Daddy, I found this cool thing I want to try,” she says and I see the caution and trepidation in her blue eyes.
She proceeds to tell me she found a kit online which would allow her to create a silicone dildo of my manhood, for her to use when I wasn’t around. I thought it was a brilliant idea so she ordered the kit.
Fast forward a few weeks. We are holed up in a hotel room part way between us. K plops the kit down on the bed.
“Wanna try this before we play?” she asks. I agree - after all, what’s the harm? Famous last words.
She carefully unpacks the parts of the kit - a thermometer, mixing bowl, mold container, two packets of mold mix, and the ingredients to produce the actual silicone dildo. Awesome! I start to get excited by the idea.
I pick up the mold mix, eyeballing the blue crystals within.
She hands me the directions and I begin to read. Every step states that the male must be fully erect and I begin counting up the time in my head. I would have to have the mold around my erect flesh for about 5 minutes. Oof. I look up at K.
“I hope you are prepared to keep me hot and bothered for at least 5 minutes,” I grin at her. Just being around her usually keeps me primed and ready to go.
Her lascivious grin greets me in response. “Yes, Daddy.”
We carefully spread a drop cloth out on the bed. The first trial run is a disaster, getting blue gel all over me, my socks, and splattering all over the drop cloth. Clearly, the mixing didn’t go according to plan.
So we improvise.
I step into the shower to wash the goo off me, and we decide to try the next mold in the shower. Makes sense, right?
The second batch of mold achieves the correct amount of solidity before I plunge my erect flesh into the mold. Success!
I ask K how much time is left on the timer. She disappears and reappears, indicating I have about 4 minutes left. I can do this.
“So tell me about all the naughty things you want me to do to you tonight,” I ask.
It is going to be the first time playing with wax together. She talks about my flesh inside her various orifices, a steamy look on her face. My hands find her nipples and I lose track of the internal timer in my head as I play with her breasts.
“How much time is left?” I ask suddenly.
Her head disappears and then reappears. “We’re over by 30 seconds.”
I sigh in relief as I let my throbbing flesh relax slightly. I give the mold a tug. It doesn’t budge.
I give it a harder tug. It moves nary a millimeter.
“Oh fuck.”
Images of having to go to the Emergency Room flash through my mind. I think of the medical tale this one would make.
This one time this stupid guy tried to make a mold of his cock and it got stuck on and we had to cut it out.
I could see the horror etching into the features of K's face as well. As a healthcare provider, she knows all too well how stories like this get passed around.
To hell with that.
I reach down with both hands and heave with all my considerable strength. The feeling on my cock is like its stuck in one of those powerful car vacuum cleaners you find at car washes. It hurts, but the mold slides ever so slowly off. With grunting effort, it reluctantly parts company with my flesh.
Finally it slides free with a slight pop sound. Four eyes immediately look south, assessing the damage. My poor fellow is red and puffy, like I'd been on an all-night masturbation marathon without the lube. The ring around my cock and balls is painted blue with clinging bits of silicone from the mold mixture, as if I am prepping for an X-rated Blue Man Group audition.
“Oww” I say belatedly.
We look down into the mold, examining the end product. A large chunk is missing, having detached from the remainder during the struggle to free my poor little guy. The mold is unusable. We would have to try again.
But first, time to make sure my flesh is still working. I wash the small bits of blue off before stepping out of the shower and liftin her over one shoulder and carrying her back the bed.
It works just fine, thankfully.
We’ll see what happens the next time we try making a mold. Third time is a charm, right?
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