It’s very hard when you’re introverted and shy. It feels like speaking can be hard because you’re afraid of rejection. That’s how it was for Peter Smith. Peter was depressed that he didn’t have a girlfriend. It’s hard to do things when you’re depressed. It was even harder when he went through puberty to discuss things with his parents. He would breakdown and become anxious.

Lucky for him there was the internet. He googled his questions and his problems were answered. He learned about sex and anything pertaining to sex.

In his exploration of sex, he also encountered porn. It was like a kid finding candy. He could watch beautiful women have sex with men and women. It was exciting to watch. He liked watching women masturbate.

His masturbation adventures now became interesting. He’d turn his computer on and select the movie he wanted to watch. He was already nude and began stroking his cock. He opened a bottle of baby oil and poured the oil in his palm and all over his dick.

He moved his hand up and down. He liked to do this very slowly while the women on the computer were getting fucked. He’d talk to the screen. He concentrated hard while he was masturbating.

His favorite video was when the hot wife with a kick ass body would have sex with a nerd. The guy would be a virgin and the hot wife would show the nerd a good time.

Usually, she’d give the guy head. The nerd’s usually were quite endowed which would really turn the housewives on. They’d eagerly give the nerd a blow job. The nerd always had a monster dick and the housewives had freakishly large mouths.

Their eyes would tear while they took more and more of the enormous cocks down their mouths. These were the videos that got Peter excited. Everyday, he’d watch and would cum when the slut wife would swallow cum or get fucked in her ass and cunt hard.

Peter watched some strange videos with guys fucking pies and pumpkins. He wondered how it would feel to fuck a pumpkin. He knew it was weird and strange, but he imagined he could drill holes in the pumpkin’s skin.

He could make the holes big or small. He remembered seeing a stand near his house with pumpkins. He decided to take a ride and purchase some. He wanted to see if it was bullshit or if he could really get off on it. He was hoping it would be a fun experience. Peter got cleaned up and drove over to the pumpkin stand. He always loved fall and loved pumpkins. He decided he’d buy three pumpkins. A large, medium and small pumpkin.

He bought the pumpkins and drove back to his house. He knew that he had a few hours before anybody would come home. Peter went downstairs and got his father’s drill and drilled a hole in each of the pumpkins.

He made smaller holes in the pumpkins. He wanted to get the impression that the hole was tight. He wanted the feeling of pushing his cock deep within the pumpkin.

Peter drilled the holes into the necessary places. He stripped and stood in front of the pumpkins. He’d start with the big pumpkin first. He held the pumpkin in his hand and pushed his cock through the pumpkin hole. He made the hole small and really had to push it in.

It felt good on his cock. He began fucking the pumpkin. Thrusting his cock in and out. He was moaning and groaning while fucking it. He knew it looked weird, but it felt amazingly incredible on his cock. The pumpkin insides felt hot and slimy on his dick. It felt so weird and strange that he blew his load inside of the pumpkin.

After he came, he turned around and his neighbor Mrs. Rodger’s was standing there giggling holding a pan in her hand.

“Peter, what in God’s earth are you doing?”

“Mrs. Rodger’s, what are you doing here?”

“I borrowed a pan from your mother and was returning it. Why are you fucking a pumpkin?”

Peter pulled the pumpkin from his cock. His dick had pumpkin strands and seeds on his dick. His face felt red and he was beyond embarrassed.

“I just saw a movie and wanted to try it out.”

“What kind of a movie was that? Wow, you have a big dick! You’re very endowed.”

“Thanks. I just wish I had a girlfriend who wasn’t a pumpkin.”

Mrs. Rodger’s and Peter both started to laugh. It was funny, and she seemed to be a good sport over it.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up and come over to my house. I have some time and would love to show you things.”

“What about Mr. Rodger’s?”

“He’s not home and I’m sure it would be okay. Get yourself cleaned up and come over. I’ll show you a good time.”