The Greatest Lie Part 1

For a moment, I enjoyed the buzzing in my ass. Then panic started to build in me once again. Now that my ass had swallowed the whole thing from tapered tip to the broad base, how was I to get it out? Tears again welled in my eyes as I imagined a humiliating exposure in the emergency room of my dad's hospital. I pressed like I was trying to poop, and it popped out with a burst of pain as the base exited my now well-lubricated rectum.

My panic subsided, and I again slid it in, more carefully, and this time with only slight pain, mixed with increasing pleasure. My God, I thought, what must a real fuck feel like? At the tip this thing lacks the bulbous head of a real cock, and is only half the width of some of the dicks you see in a high school locker room. A real stud isn't likely to pause as I had to let my ass acclimate to its violation before fully stuffing it in: he'll ram it in and enjoy increasing the agony by ramming me faster.

The thought of these brutal realities of real sex with a real male warmed me. The buzzing of the dildo against my prostate stimulated my nearly dried up juices and with a handful of KY I was able to bring myself to a climax, my first in two weeks. It shot out with great force, but I was surprised that the puddle of spunk was small and very thin, almost clear. The hormones had taken a lot out of me. I popped the dildo out of my ass and hid it under the bed. I was so exhausted that I didn't change and slept the night in my nightie.

I slept a dreamless sleep, and woke with my mother standing over me, with a look of shock on her face. "Allie, what are you wearing?"

"Some clothes a friend gave me," I replied evasively.

"Well, it's not appropriate clothing for a boy your age."

"What's the big deal if I only wear it in bed?" I retorted, warming to an argumentative line.

"Well, if it's just in bed, I guess there's no harm. Just make sure your father never finds out," she advised me.