Operation Dildo Procurement, a story by Josh Terrence

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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 Three:

“You're not going to stop until we change our minds, are you buddy?” he said. I shook my head no, then I nuzzled my head into his chest.

“If you and mommy won't get me a toy, can I have my spoon back?” I asked in a small voice.

“That's not a good idea, babe,” he said, breaking it to me in a soft tone. “You can hurt yourself putting things like that in your rear end. Your fingers are okay, but you're not old enough to put anything else up there.”

“I'm old enough,” I tried to argue with a defensive tone, but he didn't engage me. Instead, he handed my phone back and kissed me goodnight, then he got up and walked out of my room. When he shut the door, I grinned and reached under my pillow so I could retrieve my glorious stud, mom's serving spoon, and use it to satisfy my ass before I fell asleep.

Chapter Four, The Other Toy

“Steven, are you doing what I think you're doing?” mom asked, but I didn't answer because I was approaching the finish line. My eyes were half closed and I could feel my cup overflowing with pleasure. I let out a long, labored moan as my orgasm started to take hold, then I saw the shadow of her standing over me.

“Honey wake up! I need your help!” she called out to my dad as the pleasure filled waves of my anal orgasm swept me under. I could hear her flustered cries for help but there was no way to reverse course. So as my mom stood over me, I let my head fall back and we made eye contact while my rear end experienced continuous contractions around the extra large novelty pencil I was riding.

By the time my orgasm started to wane, my dad was pulling the recliner away from the wall, exposing my half naked body to the room while I collapsed against the wall and caught my breath. While I was still trying to compose myself, the formerly white pencil shot from my gripping rectum and landed on the floor behind me, taking an end-over-end tumble before it came to rest on the carpet.

My parents looked stunned as I placed my feet flat on the floor and gazed up at them, my tiny erection still raging while my chest heaved in and out. My pants and underwear were bunched around my ankles, awkwardly trapping them so that I had to support my weight with my palms as I prepared to come to my feet. I looked up at my mom and dad, who looked dumbstruck, and it suddenly dawned on me what I'd done. I felt a tinge of regret wash over me, but then my dad reached out and offered me his hand so I could stand up.

“Pull your pants up, son,” was all he said.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked, and he sighed.

“Mommy and I need to have a talk,” he told me. “I want you to toss that pencil in the trash and wash your hands, then go wait for me in your room.”

“Yes daddy,” I said, looking down in shame because I knew I'd crossed a line.

“Hey,” he said gently, then he lifted my chin. “We love you, buddy.”

With that, I picked the poop smeared pencil up from the floor and took it with me to the bathroom. Instead of tossing my new stud, I washed him with soap and water, then slipped him into my front pocket and went to my room so I could stash him for future use.

I resorted to using the pencil after my mom confiscated her serving spoon for the final time on Thursday while I was at school. I tried to get it back while her and my dad were working in the yard, but she had an ace in the hole. When I opened the drawer to reclaim my stud, I found out that she had treacherously replaced it with a spoon that had a flat handle. Down but not out, I simply resorted to a familiar partner by pushing a chair to the stove and fetching a long candle from the cupboard.

I rode my wax lover on Thursday night and Friday morning, then it disappeared while I was at school. When the coast was clear, I went back into the cupboard, only to find that the box of candle sticks was long gone. With a frustrated sigh, I went up to my room and finger fucked myself while I texted Jamie to tell him what happened. His simple response was, “Try a pencil. The eraser feels good.”

So I went into my pencil box to retrieve a classic #2 pencil in a last ditch effort to pleasure my yearning rear end. But when I opened the lid, I found myself looking at the 15 inch novelty pencil that I won at the school carnival when I was in 4^th grade. I looked it over, noting it was unsharpened. Even better, its phallic shape and the perfectly rounded tip of the eraser sent a shiver through my body. As soon as I felt the long, thick stalk enter my yearning rear end, I knew I'd stumbled upon my new stud.

I gave myself a little time to get used to it while I wrapped my hand around the base to hold it still. It felt like it was so deep inside of me, and there was still so much length to add. Enamored with my new toy, I made love to it with my butt and consummated our union. When our lovemaking concluded, I started on my math homework and soldiered through it. As soon as I put my homework in its folder, I returned to my virile new lover and rode him to another glorious climax. After my second session of love making with my wooden beau, I got to work on my English homework. When I wrapped it up, I treated myself to a mouthful of my new companion. I wrapped my lips around the thick pleasure stick and sucked it lustily until my ass throbbed and it was time to receive him again.

After dinner, I helped my mom and dad clear the table then tried to hurry up to my room.

“Hold on a second, mister,” my mom said, and her words stopped me in my tracks. “Where are you off to so fast?”

“I'm just going up to my room so I can have some private time,” I told her, but she wasn't having it.

“Daddy and I want you to stay down here and watch TV with us tonight.”

With a groan and a pleading look, I asked, “Do I have to?”

“Yes, buddy,” dad said. “You can take a break from your phone and whatever else you've been up to and spend some time with me and mommy.”

“This stinks,” I griped, stomping my foot. “Can I go to my room and see if I missed any texts?”

“That's fine, kiddo,” dad said, so I went upstairs and found 3 missed texts from Jamie asking if I wanted to spend the night. I texted him back explaining my situation, then we made plans to see each other the next day. While I was texting back and forth, I heard my dad call out, “Steven, it shouldn't be taking you this long to read your texts!”

With a forlorn sigh, I said goodbye to my cute classmate and looked longingly at my bed, where my new toy was tucked under the covers. I felt a shiver run through me as I thought about how I might be able to sneak in a quick buttfuck with him while my parents weren't paying attention. Maybe I could sneak him into the downstairs bathroom and take a ride, or maybe they'd fall asleep and I could sneak back to my room.

So feeling emboldened, I snatched him from under the covers and put him in my pocket, then I went downstairs. My parents were still in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and wiping down the stove and counter tops so I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. I turned the fan on so they couldn't hear me, then I took my pants down and pressed the smooth eraser against my entrance. I let loose with a soft moan as I felt it melt through my pucker, then the familiar heat of anal pleasure started to spread through my little body as I received over half of its length.

With my fist wrapped tight around the end of my wooden stud, I started a luscious in and out thrusting that took my breath away and made my toes curl in my shoes. I started to feel dizzy with pleasure as I got lost in the naughty sensations that were consuming me, then I heard my dad talking to me through the door.

“Are you going to the bathroom, son?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered, maintaining my tempo as my climax started to creep up on me.

“Do you want ice cream?” he asked, and I let go of a hot moan that I was powerless to suppress.

Swallowing hard, I said, “Yes please,” then I felt the sensation of my orgasm spread across my body and moaned wildly. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck and it felt like my cowlick lifted itself from the top of my crown.

When my orgasm subsided, I removed my naughty lover and washed him in the sink. I stuffed him in my front pocket and flushed the toilet, then I came out of the bathroom and joined my parents in the living room.

“I hope you feel better after that,” dad said when I appeared in the entry way. “You were in there forever, buddy.”

“Sorry,” I said with a shy smile, then my mom came in from the kitchen carrying a tray with three bowls of ice cream. I sat between them and ate my ice cream while my dad channel surfed. I wanted to watch wrestling, so my parents relented and watched along with me. At some point, I laid my head in my mom's lap and rested my feet across dad's legs so I could get comfy.

“You want to go get in your jammies, babe?” mom asked, but I shook my head no.

“I'm comfy, mom,” I told her with a smile, and she smiled back down at me and stroked my brown hair while my eyes got heavy. In no time flat, I fell fast asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was well past 10pm and I realized that I slept through all the matches. Some reality show was playing and my parents were upstairs. I figured they'd gone to bed and decided to let me sleep on the couch. I stretched out and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. I found something I wanted to watch, then I thought about my pencil and pulled it out of my pocket.

I should have gone upstairs, but I didn't want my parents to hear me and come to my room. So instead, I took refuge behind the recliner, which sat in the corner opposite from the couch, and dropped my pants so I could enjoy an impromptu lay with my wooden lover.

Standing on my knees, I placed the pencil up to my eager entrance and lowered myself on it, then I took a pleasure filled ride while the sounds from the TV drowned out my moaning. Before I knew it, I was back in the grip of a powerful anal orgasm and my little dick felt like it was gushing with hot pee. In the midst of my ultimate ecstasy, I heard my mom's footsteps coming down the stairs but the train had already left the station and there was no stopping it.

A few minutes after I stashed the oversized pencil under my pillow my dad walked in and took a seat on my bed, patting the spot beside him. I obediently sat down next to him and swung my feet back and forth while I waited for my punishment to be doled out.

“What happened out there, babe?” he asked, and I just shrugged and looked down at my feet as I shuffled them nervously. “Steven, you need to talk to me.”

“I was just doing it because it feels good,” I said in a small voice, then I leaned up against him and rested my head against his shoulder.

“But you weren't doing it in private, son,” he reminded me. “Can you tell me why you decided to do that in the living room?”

“You and mommy told me not to go to my room,” I complained. “And I wanted to take it in the butt.”

“I see,” was all he said, then he kissed me on top of the head. “I know you enjoy doing that, son, but you don't need to do it all the time.”

“I wouldn't have to do it all the time if you'd let me have a toy,” I countered. “Is mommy mad at me?”

“She's a little frustrated, buddy,” he said. “So am I.”

“Am I in trouble?” I asked, and he let out a deep breath. Then in a voice filled with reluctance, he said, “No, you're not, son. But you need to behave yourself, Steven.”

“Yes daddy,” I said in a voice so quiet it came out as a whisper.

“I want you to take a shower and wash your hair,” he told me, resting his chin on top of my head. “Then I want you to get your jammies on and go downstairs and give mommy a hug.”

“I promise,” I said with a smile. He kissed me on the cheek and walked out of my room, and I quickly did as I was told.

On Saturday morning I was up before my parents and quickly retrieved my new wooden lover from beneath my pillow. I slipped him into my mouth and sucked lustily on his eraser while I slid my jammie bottoms down and rubbed my eager entrance with my fingertips. My hole quickly started to shiver, then it expanded on its own and I knew I needed him. So I slipped him up my butt and engaged him in some early morning love making, using my ass to stroke his length while my body melted down.

When I wrapped up, I gave him a grateful kiss and sucked him clean, then I dawned my undies and went downstairs to find something to eat. The house was still and I could hear my parents' deep breathing as they slept in their room, so I didn't think twice when the urge to play with myself crept up again. I found a cinnamon roll and stuffed a bite in my mouth, then I hurried out to the living room and set my eyes on the end table. With a deep yearning for anal stimulation spreading through my little body, I settled my ass against the sharp corner of the end table and sighed as the smooth wooden surface pushed into my crack. I quickly found the point of the corner with my asshole and ground against it, loving how naughty it felt to do this with my clothes on.

As I moaned with delight, I realized that I had a new beau. Not a serious boyfriend like my pencil, but a suitor that I could rendezvous with when the mood struck me. A place where I could go for a quickie, like the quickie I was enjoying at the moment. Right away I started making plans to be alone with this new source of pleasure. I'd stop in to see him after school. I'd sneak down in the middle of the night when mom and dad were sound asleep. Hell, I could even sneak in a quickie with him while they cooked dinner.

The possibilities were endless.

As I was planning my strategic affair with the corner table, the sweet burn of carnal pleasure started to branch out from my bubble butt and spread through my legs. I could feel it cascading down the backs of my thighs, all the way to my arching feet while a warm feeling glowed in my tummy. I moaned involuntarily, then reached back to part my ass cheeks so I could feel the smooth wooden edge get deeper in my boy pussy. My breaths were deep, flowing in and out of my lungs with the same tempo as my moans while my pleasure flourished.

I could feel myself starting to fall backwards into the sinful goodness of my impromptu love making with the corner table when the sound of my dad clearing his throat startled me back into the moment.

My eyes shot open and I found myself face to face with him. Startled, I blinked a few times while he took a deep breath of his own and gave me a look I couldn't read. All around us, the stink of my pleasured rear end was permeating the air and my ass was still pressed back into the corner of the end table.

“Buddy, I want you to stop what you're doing and go finish up in your room,” he said, his voice matter of fact. “When you're finished, change your undies and come see daddy in the kitchen so we can talk.”

“Yes daddy,” I said, looking up at him with guilty eyes. I turned to move towards the stairs when he called out to me.

“Hold on a sec, kiddo,” dad said, so I turned and gave him a questioning look. Before I could say anything, he walked to the bookshelf and reached up to the highest shelf. When I saw that he'd produced the large serving spoon that they'd confiscated, my eyes lit up. He handed it to me with a look of reluctance and said, “Don't go hurting yourself with this, son.”

“Thanks daddy!” I said, then I wrapped my arms around his waist for a hug before I tore up the stairs, eager to enjoy anal intercourse with my favorite lover.

Dear reader,

I'm considering ending this story in the next chapter. It seems that the interest just isn't there, and I have other stories that deserve my attention. If you'd like to see this story fleshed out a little more, let me know. As it stands now, chapter 5 will conclude this story.

Kind Regards

Coming next: Steven seems to have gained some momentum in his quest to procure a toy for his rear end pleasure, but will he get his way? Find out in chapter five of Operation Dildo Procurement

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