Operation Dildo Procurement, a story by Josh Terrence

bb/oral/anal/mast/

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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From Chapter One:

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I listened to him walk past my door to the bathroom in him and my mom's room. I opened my bedroom door and went across the hallway to my bathroom, where I purposely left the door opened. I dropped my pants and underwear, then I reached back and slipped my middle finger up my butt. I started to twist it from side to side, then I rolled my hips around and moaned a little. It felt so good that I began finger fucking myself with the full length of my finger, from the tip all the way to the last knuckle. My body was quickly catching fire and my little dick was standing up like a statue. I could feel the flames of ecstasy starting to erupt inside when suddenly I heard my mom gasp.

I opened my eyes and we made eye contact, then I froze. Our eyes drifted down to my finger, which was still lodged in my butt, then we looked back up at each other for a moment before she quickly closed the door.

Chapter Two, The Explorer

My quest to obtain a sex toy had taken a sharp left turn after my mom walked in on me fingering myself in the bathroom. After she closed the door, I took the time to finish myself off while I listened to her go down the hall and tell my dad what she walked in on.

“Honey, we need to have a talk with him,” she said while I twisted my middle finger back and forth, making my body tremble with pleasure. “He's in his bathroom playing with himself.”

I heard my dad let out a chuckle, then he said, “I'll talk to him about closing the door.”

“You don't understand, Steve,” she pleaded. “He has his finger up his ass. He saw me standing there and didn't take it out.”

“You probably just caught him off guard, dear,” dad said as the feeling of my finger running back and forth in my hole started to sweep me away. “I'll have a talk with him, okay?”

“I don't think he's gone back to his room yet,” she noted while I suppressed a moan. “Should we knock on the door?”

“No, let him finish,” dad told her just as I managed to slip a second finger in my hole, then shivered at the sensation of two digits working in my ass. “I'm sure he's embarrassed that you caught him, honey. I'll go talk to him when he goes back to his room.”

I heard my mom walk back down the hall towards the stairs and moaned softly as my climax started to approach, then I heard her stop at the bathroom door.

“Steven are you okay in there?” she asked, and I was too far gone to pull my fingers out of my ass.

Trying to stabilize my voice and deep breathing, I rolled my hips around with a sensual stir and managed to say, “Yes.”

By that time, there was a powerful burn spreading out through my groin and traveling up and down my spine. I knew I needed to stop so I could compose myself and go back to my room, but the sensations were too powerful. I let loose with a soft, involuntary moan that she heard, then she asked, “Honey, I'd like you to finish what you're doing and come out of the bathroom so you can talk to daddy.”

As if I were under a spell, I managed to pant, “I'm almost done.”

And that's when it happened.

My entire body, from my curling toes all the way to the hair on the top of my head, erupted with passion. I had no idea when it started, but at some point I realized that I'd scaled the heights of anal decadence and was in the grip of my ultimate ecstasy. I moaned gutturally and increased the force of my finger fucking, hearing my ass make squelching and farting noises but too far gone to care. Everything in the room was shrouded in a murky haze and I felt like I'd slipped into a different realm.

My little dick felt like it was on fire as it throbbed and pulsed on its own while my hungry ass acted like it was trying to swallow my two fingers. In a final act of sexual delectation, I tried to force my fingers further up my ass while at the same time, grinding my hips around in an effort to push back on them. I started wedging the knuckles on my fingers against my juicing spot and enjoyed a final burst of pleasure and passion, then everything started to come back into focus and I took a deep breath.

I pulled my fingers out of my ass and brought them to my nose so I could enjoy a deep whiff, then I sucked them into my mouth and savored the naughty flavor. Finally, I hiked my pants and opened the bathroom door, where my mom and dad were standing side by side with blank expressions.

We looked quietly at each other for a moment, then they stepped apart and let me walk by to my room. Dad followed me across the hall while my mom made a beeline for the staircase.

I laid on my bed with my fingers laced behind my head, enjoying the afterglow of my finger fuck while dad laid down beside me and rubbed my heaving chest.

“So I take it you were having a nice moment in the bathroom, son,” he said, and I nodded. “I want you to know that what you were doing was perfectly normal.”

“Thanks, daddy,” I sighed, then I snuggled into his chest and let him rub my back.

“I take it you've done that before,” he noted. I nodded to confirm that what he was saying was true, and he added, “You seem to enjoy it, buddy.”

“I do, daddy,” I admitted. Then I asked, “Do you think it's gross that I had my finger down there?”

“No buddy, it's not gross if you enjoy it,” he assured me. “But you need to make sure you close the door when you think you might want to enjoy that kind of fun, okay?” I nodded.

“Is mommy mad at me?” I asked, and he shook his head no. “I didn't think she would see me.”

“I know that, babe,” he said with a sympathetic smile, then he used his fingertips to comb through my hair. “You're growing up so fast.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, buddy.”

“Will I get in trouble if I tell you that I watch videos of guys taking it up the butt?”

Placing a kiss on my forehead, he shook his head no, so I went on.

“I saw a video of a cute guy who was putting a fake wiener in his butt,” I told him. “I wish I had one of those.”

“That's called a dildo, buddy,” dad told me. “You're still a little young for something like that, son. I don't want you getting hurt.”

“When will I be old enough?” I asked, and he chuckled.

“Before you know it, son,” he assured me. “Just be patient.”

“They make littler ones, too,” I told him with a hopeful tone. He raised an eyebrow and I blushed deep, but he just winked at me and gave my small frame a squeeze.

“You're only 11, babe,” he explained. “Let's see how big you get in a couple years, okay?”

With that he got up and left me to myself while I brooded and wondered how I could prove that I was ready for my own toy.

The next day I stopped at Jamie's apartment on the way to school. I'd texted him before I left the house but he didn't respond, so I figured he was still in bed.

I knocked at the door and his dad answered.

“Well hey buddy,” he said with a jovial smile, then he stepped to the side to let me in.

“Hi Mr. Krause,” I smiled back. “Is Jamie up?”

“Actually, he's still in his room,” the man told me, helping me slide my backpack off my shoulders. “I know he'll be happy to see you, though.”

“Is he sleeping?” I asked, feeling a little pensive about waking him up.

“No, I think he's just enjoying a little private time in his bed,” he told me, placing his hand on my shoulder and walking with me to Jamie's room. The door was wide open and Jamie was on his knees, riding the same massive dildo he'd enjoyed the day before. His ass looked absolutely stuffed with the massive toy and he was letting loose with hot, boyish moans. I watched with a mesmerized stare as my crush expelled what looked like 7 thick inches of the dildo, then slid all the way back down to its base. The process repeated itself over and over again while I stood in the doorway with Mr. Krause, watching with a mesmerized gaze.

“Hey son, you have a guest,” the man said in a voice so soft and tender that it made me feel safe. Jamie looked over his shoulder with a sleepy smile and sighed, then he spotted me and his smile deepened.

“You look really cute this morning,” he said, still not disrupting his ride. I couldn't believe how cavalierly he was about riding his dildo in front of his dad. I felt Mr. Krause give my rump a soft pat, encouraging me to join his son on the bed.

“You've got about 10 more minutes, Jamie,” the man said. “Then you need to put your toys away and get dressed for school.”

“I promise, daddy,” he said with a dreamy inflection while I approached the bed.

As soon as I was within reach, Jamie puckered his lips and we shared a French kiss. While we kissed, he slipped his hand down the back of my pants and found my eager hole with his fingers. I moaned my approval into his mouth, loving how the momentum of his ride helped his digit run up and down along the length of my crevice.

We broke our kiss and he said, “Get undressed.”

I quickly acquiesced, shedding my shirt while I kicked my shoes off, then I hastily lost my pants and underwear. I looked at Jamie's hard prick, noting that it was standing at a 45 degree angle, then my eyes traveled down to my own little dick. It was so hard that it was pressed flat against my bald pubic bone and my small nuts were pulled tight in my scrotal sack. Jamie gushed when he saw my exposed boyhood, then he picked a bottle of lube up from the bedspread and handed it to me.

With my horny rear end lubed up, I picked out a medium sized dildo and slid it up my ass with a moan. Jamie and I re-engaged our kiss while we took our ride and I felt so complete. I knew I needed to find a way to get my parents to buy me a dildo, and I needed to figure it out right away.

Before I knew it, ten minutes had passed and Mr. Krause was calling for us to get ready for school.

My little dick was still rock hard as I dutifully expelled the toy from my satisfied bottom. Jamie collapsed backwards on the bed, almost as if he were showing off his hairless boner. With his hands pressing into the bedspread, he slowly raised his midsection up. I watched with amazement as the massive pole slid from his ass with a wet squelch, then it landed on the bed and Jamie took a deep breath.

Just then, Mr. Krause walked in and saw us recovering on the bed. I blushed a little when he set his sights on my hairless erection but made no move to cover it up. He gave me a warm smile, then he turned his attention to Jamie.

“Hey buddy, it's time to get ready for school,” he said, taking a seat on the side of the bed and leaning down to touch the tip of his nose against Jamie's with that same smile. “Do you need a few moments to calm down?”

Jamie's eyes were filled with affection as he nodded up at his dad, then they both puckered their lips at the same time and shared a kiss on the lips.

“I love you, little boy,” Mr. Krause said. “Leave your special toys on the bed and I'll clean them up for you, okay?”

“Okay daddy,” Jamie almost whispered, his chest still heaving up and down rapidly.

Mr. Krause reached over and used his fingers to fix my hair, then he asked me, “How about you, buddy? Are you all fixed up now?”

“Yes sir,” I said while I nodded, then we both gazed down at my boy boner and he winked at me.

“I feel like wearing a plug today,” Jamie sighed, then he looked up at his dad with pleading eyes.

“That's fine, buddy,” the man said, then he leaned in and planted another kiss on Jamie's lips before getting up from the bed and returning to the kitchen.

Jamie started to move slowly, first rolling onto his side and giving me a contented smile. We shared a knowing grin and a kiss on the lips, then he got up and walked to his nightstand. I watched him pull a massive pink buttplug out and hold it up for me to see. It had a pointed tip but it had a bulbous flare.

The base was flat and round, obviously designed to keep it from slipping all the way up the butt. But the thing looked so big that I had no idea how Jamie was planning to put it in. I watched him slather it with anal lube, then he bent over and pressed it up to his still gaping entrance. With one easy push, the plug slipped up his ass and he sighed with contentment.

We got dressed and Jamie did his hair in the mirror while I sat cross-legged on the bed and watched.

“How does my hair look?” he asked.

“It looks really cute,” I said with a dreamy inflection. “Your butt looks really good in those pants, too.”

When we made it to the kitchen, Mr. Krause asked me if I was hungry for breakfast. I politely declined and took a seat at the table, watching the interaction between him and Jamie.

“You got your plug in, buddy?” he asked, and Jamie nodded with a sweet smile. “Which one did you put in?”

Instead of a verbal answer, Jamie bit his lower lip and peeled his school pants down, exposing his plump buns. He turned to face away from his dad, then he looked over his shoulder and pried his butt cheeks apart with a moan. Mr. Krause reached out and caressed Jamie's bubble butt, then he gave him an approving smile before turning back to his coffee.

With that, Jamie grabbed two Pop Tarts and we were out the door.

I was sitting on the side of my bed, watching as my dad closed my bedroom door and gave me a solemn look. Letting loose with a deep, audible sigh, he walked across the room and took a seat right next to me. I could feel the bed dip when he sat down, then he placed his hand on my shoulder and leaned over to kiss the top of my head.

“You know mommy and daddy love you, buddy,” he started, and I nodded, looking straight ahead as I contemplated my punishment. “And we're very proud of you. But we're worried, son.”

“Why are you worried?” I asked in a small voice, listening as he drew in a breath to try to compose himself.

“I think you know why, Steven,” he said, his tone expectant. “What's going on, buddy?”

Before I could answer, I saw his gaze drifting up to the foot of my bed, where a major piece of incriminating evidence was laying next to my teddy bear. As I fixed my gaze on the long candle stick that had just been in my ass, I blushed and buried my head in his chest.

“It wouldn't be like this if you and mommy would just get me a toy,” I said in a small voice. I felt him give my shoulders a squeeze and take a deep breath. “Am I in trouble?”

“No son, you're not in trouble,” he assured me. “But I'm confiscating the candle stick.”

“But why?” I pleaded, and he raised an eyebrow. Folding my arms, I muttered, “It's not fair.”

With that, he reached over and picked up the candle stick that I'd been using to pleasure myself and got up, taking it with him as he walked out of my room.

Two hours earlier, I'd managed to commandeer the candle stick while my mom was at the store. I was planning to spend time with Jamie after school but I had a stupid dentist appointment and had to leave school right before lunch period. After my appointment mom took me out for frozen yogurt and we were having a nice afternoon.

When we got home, I told her I wanted to bake a cake for dessert. We got as far as baking the actual cake but we didn't have any frosting. So mom said she was going to run to the store and asked if I felt like tagging along. I decided to stay home so she went without me.

While she was gone, I remembered the box of candle sticks that my parents keep in the cupboard over the stove. So I pushed a chair to the stove and found the box. I could feel my nerves burning as I stealthily removed a long candle and slipped away to the downstairs bathroom. I rubbed my hole and moaned softly, then I found some lotion and lubed up with it.

Before I knew it, I was running the candle stick in and out of my ass with blissful moans. My head was spinning and my little dick was hard as steel. My hips were working in concert with my hand, matching the inward strokes of the candle stick as I probed my yearning rear end with it. I was lost in the pleasures of the impromptu butt fucking I was treating myself to, taking each stroke while my moans increased with passion and volume. I could feel the power of every single inward thrust of the candle, making my body burn and my eyes flutter as I heard the sound of my mom pulling into the garage.

Acting fast, I expelled my new found pleasure stick and hid it under the sink. I flushed the toilet and turned the ceiling fan on, then I went to the sink and washed my hands just in time for my mom to walk inside. I turned the water off and came out of the bathroom to greet her by the door.

She was none the wiser.

By that time, the cake had cooled long enough to frost, so we went into the kitchen and I helped her. While I was opening the can of frosting, she leaned down and sniffed me.

“I thought I smelled something, honey,” she said, making a face. “Did you forget to wipe?”

“No,” I said with a little bit of a guilty inflection in my voice, knowing that she was smelling the aftermath of my anal masturbation session.

She raised an eyebrow and said, “Sweetheart, it's no big deal if you forgot. Just go get changed and put your stinky undies in the hamper.”

“I didn't forget to wipe my butt, mom,” I told her, my voice filled with a little more stress than I intended. She sighed and leaned down to sniff me again while I looked up at her with a guilty expression.

“Okay, honey,” she said with an understanding tone. “Go get changed for mommy anyway.”

I nodded dutifully and did as I was told. I took a quick detour to the downstairs bathroom to fetch my favorite new candle. Thinking fast, I tucked it under my shirt and hurried up to my room.

I dropped my pants and went to my dresser to fetch some clean tighty whities and stash my new toy. With my pants down, I couldn't resist the urge to reach back and rub my pucker with two fingertips. Right away, the sinful feeling of anal arousal started to spread through my body and I gave in by slipping my middle finger up my ass. I ran my digit back and forth, then I remembered the candle.

Figuring I had a few minutes to spare, I slid the candle up my butt and treated myself to a pleasure filled butt fuck. I was moaning softly as my head started to spin again, noting that my hard little wiener felt like it was on fire. Placing my free hand against my dresser for leverage, I pushed my hips out and rolled them around while my ass started to make wet farting sounds.

“It feels so good,” I whined as I increased the pressure of my anal thrusting, then I peered over my shoulder and spotted my mom, standing in the doorway with a stunned expression.

With that, I expelled the candle and pulled my pants up. Realizing I was caught again, I closed my bedroom door and resumed my pleasure filled anal masturbation while my mom frantically texted my dad at work.

Coming next: Steven's first mission was thwarted. He's down but not out, but how long will it take before he finds something new to put up his ass? Find out in chapter three of Operation Dildo Procurement

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