Note To The Reader: This story is an expansion of the "Boy Rides Rambone Dildo" concept in Riding The Rambone. It contains graphic and numerous sex scenes between Michael, the 14-year-old protagonist and another teen boy, between Michael and an older male neighbor, and not quite as graphic scenes between Michael and his mother. This story is most definitely aimed at Bi and Gay readers, and to a lesser extent straight readers with a taste for mother/son incest. You should skip this story if you are at all homophobic. That said, follows the story:
I've been queer my whole life. I don't like boys, only cocks. I've never been with a boy, or seen a boy's erection, close up. I've fuck myself any number of times on things I pretended were cocks, and wished were cocks, but I'd never even had a dildo up me until I turned 14. In fact, it was my birthday weekend, and I just happened to by alone.
I wasn't supposed to be alone, not that night. It was pure chance I had the night to myself when the package arrived. I don't know how to explain it otherwise, except as coincidence. The sender couldn't have known. I didn't know. I didn't know who the sender was, either. Someone who knew I was queer.
Mrs. Kendall dropped me off. It was Saturday evening and I'd spent the afternoon with Daniel, playing games on his X-Box: Halo, Medal of Honor, and Grand Theft Auto. Mrs. Kendal made a small cake, even though my birthday was yesterday. Mom, Dad and Kendal (isn't that a coincidence?) were in PA visiting Penn State. They had gone for the day and were supposed to be home before dark. That didn't work out. Dad and Kendal got sick.
It was a stomach bug and Kendal was throwing up. Dad was nauseous also, but hadn't started vomiting before Mom called. He started half an hour later. They would spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Maryville, and come home Sunday. That was the plan, at least. I was to behave myself and not have anyone over. I got her call just after I got home. The package arrived half an hour later.
It was 7 o'clock, maybe a few minutes after when the doorbell rang. Wondering who was ringing my doorbell so late, I went to find out. It was Mr. Connolly, the next-door neighbor.
"This is yours," he said, extending his hand. In it was a long box, something like 4" square and 20" long. "It was delivered to me be mistake."
I had seen it leaning against his door when I came home and been curious, but I hadn't looked. Now I wish I had. His expression was very weird, embarrassed, and inquisitive. He'd opened the box and taped it back up, I thought.
"What is it?" I asked.
He colored, which made me nervous and embarrassed. It had to be personal, whatever it was. I told him thanks, went inside and closed the door in his face. Five seconds later my stomach plunged to my feet.
Horrified, I spun around and stared out the peephole. Mr. Connolly's front door was just closing. He was eyeing my door as it closed. He looked anxious and disappointed. Holy shit!
Let me tell you about my heart: it was pounding so hard it was hard to breath and I had to make myself calm down. In the box were three dildos, and three tubes of KY Personal Lubricant. A handwritten note read "To my favorite little queerboy. Have fun with your dildos--a friend."
The box was 20" long because inside was an 18" long dildo called a Rambone. It was black and 2-1/2" thick, with a huge suction cup at the end. When I measured the length of the shaft later, it was 14" long. Fourteen Inches! It looked even longer. The two smaller dildos were tiny in comparison, only 9" and 7" long, respectively. All were meant for my ass? OMG, no!
The Rambone was impossible. Nothing that thick could ever go up someone's behind. I discounted that immediately. The two smaller dildos I could handle, I thought, without injuring myself. The shaft of the larger was 7" long, the other measured 6" long. One was intimidatingly thick, the other not so much. I thought I would enjoy the 6" shaft up my ass. I laughed. Who had sent these damned things?
Now I was scared. No one knew I was queer. No one that I knew of, anyway. Somebody did, though. And they knew I liked fucking my ass.
It was not late enough to do anything now. I stuck the box on top of the refrigerator and went to the den to watch TV. The TV in the den is 54" wide. My TV Is 32" and not HD. No comparison.
I watched TV until 10 o'clock, when Mom called again. Dad and Kendal were worse. She was worried about herself, but so far, nothing more than sympathetic symptoms. She told me to call if I started feeling sick and hung up. I was free.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my bed, naked as can be except for my socks. I was on my knees with my chest flat to the mattress, the dildo pointing downward at the bed. At least it seemed that way, you know? I was curious if it actually pointed straight down like I thought it did. Finally, I had a 6" long cock in my ass. I was so happy.
It was rubber, yeah, but perfectly shaped and close as I'd come to a real cock. It made me want a real one badly and that bothered me. A real cock meant a real guy fucking me, and not even his bare cock, but one sheathed in a condom.
I'd hate having a condom in my ass, but I wouldn't want a guy fucking me otherwise. Unless he had never been with anyone else and could prove it to me. I shivered, thinking about a flesh and blood penis up my ass.
Penis, I thought. How I liked that word. It made me all shivery feeling, and so did the word erection, which a penis in my rear end would have to be in order to fuck me. Sliding in and out, fucking my rectum through my tightly clenched anus. I shivered again, and God, was I getting a world class hardon. Too bad it was so small.
I had the blinds open, because I'm not just a queer, but prevented. I wanted everyone to see me, even though the lights were out and no one could possibly see me without infrared binoculars. I eyed the parking lot, and the two buildings across the way. My rectum thumped pleasantly and I pleasantly had to go pee. I guess the dildo had something to do with that.
Michael, I thought ... what if the person who sent you the dildos is watching you right now? My eyes focused and looked more closely at the two buildings across the lot. Oh, my God, I thought. What if he is? What if he has infrared binoculars trained on me right now? I'm displaying myself with a dildo up my rear end. Offering myself to him? Oh, God, I thought.
And why did that make my penis so effing hard? And make my nipples ache, and send an intense shiver up my spine. He could be watching me right now.
I was on the second floor of our four-story condo, my bedroom window overlooking the main parking lot. From where I lay, I could count maybe thirty apartments, a hundred or more windows and patio doors. Any one of which could conceal my watcher.
I'm 14 years old, I thought. I just turned 14, a day ago. How long has this guy been watching me? The question left me trembling with anxiety.
"You knew I would do this, didn't you?" I said. "You're over there, looking at me with your dildo up my ass. God, I hope you're not photographing me," I said, really anxious now. The thought of being photographed fucking a dildo made my erection wilt. Suddenly, I didn't feel so excited anymore.
"Please don't photograph me. If you want to fuck me, I'm right here. Come over and fuck my ass. I'll let you, as long as you use a condom."
I lay there, tail high in the air with a dildo in it, considering what I'd just said. Was I asking this dude to come over and fuck me? Fuck my barely 14-year-old ass with his big cock?
My God, Michael, you're an almost ninth-grader, for God's sake. You have no business asking some adult to fuck your ass. You have no legal right to ask him. You're under age. It's statutory rape, at best.
My penis started getting hard again and my heart beat faster, thinking about this. If my gifter was across the parking lot with infrared binoculars right now, he knew I was alone, knew he could safely fuck me if he wanted. Statutory rape my rear end. OMG was my penis hard now. It wanted the gifter to come fuck me.
I rose up and sat back on my calves, holding the dildo in place with my left hand, so I could wave with my right. I did, inviting him to come fuck me. Fifteen minutes later, he did.
"This is crazy, you know. The dildos were a joke. I never expected you to use them, certainly not tonight."
Gil was a nervous, 45-year-old man with thinning hair and bad eyes. He wore thick, black-rimmed glasses, was horse-faced, rail-thin, and awkward. I was put off by his appearance at first, but after half a beer and a joint split between us--he couldn't possibly have brought a better or more useful present--I was feeling better about him. I was to call him Mr. Dennison.
"My parents aren't home," I said unnecessarily. "You couldn't know that. I didn't know that would happen."
I was dressed in my bathrobe, but naked underneath. I hadn't really expected him to come. I'd been panic-stricken, at first--I still was, a little. OK, more than a little.
He looked around anxiously. We were in the den. His dildo was on my nightstand, along with the others.
"How long have you been watching me?" I asked anxiously. I was so incredibly embarrassed. I was sitting with a man who wanted to fuck me. I had invited him over to fuck me. Was I insane?
"Tonight? Ever since you got home. I was hoping to see your reaction."
Jesus, I thought ... what if my parents were home?
"I meant, you know, since how long--" I shook my head. He'd misunderstood the question. Then I thought of something else.
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