It's Alive

He was the only son to a nice middle-class couple, a bit spoiled and doted on, but with a small physique, often called “little guy” by his dad. Today, his mom was out shopping and he had the house for himself.

Stevie stripped down to his white briefs and looked at himself in the mirror. He had grown some in the past year, but he was still slight compared to boys his age. His smooth chest showed ribs with no muscles. His briefs barely bulged and he touched himself. He had seen his mates in the showers at school after phys ed class, and he could tell that he was not as blessed as they were down there.

He rubbed his dick and started to erect, barely stretching the underwear. Sighing, he turned and walked out of his bedroom into the hall leading to his parents’ room. He loved the security and comfort of that bedroom with its wide king-sized bed, heavy curtains, and other furniture. As he stepped into the room, he scented the whiff of lavender that his mother liked so much. He noticed her laced, pink nightgown on the bed and he reverently ran his hand over it, his boy dick quivering.

Stevie opened the top drawer of the chest of drawers facing the bed. His father’s underwear was all clean and folded. He picked up the top boxers, the striped white-and-blue one. Pressing it on his face, he took in the smell of detergent, so manly, so unlike his mother’s femininity. He had seen his dad in these boxers a few times. He had noticed the swinging man penis and balls as he dad moved around the house half-naked. He had felt stirrings in his groin as he gazed at the bulging man penis and ashamedly averted his eyes lest his dad noticed.

Why wasn’t he endowed with a big organ like his dad? He was still young, true, but still, it was not natural that his penis was of a peanut size. How big would his dad’s dick get when erected?  

Stevie felt tingling in his groin as he rubbed the pair of boxers on his face, the image of his half-naked dad vivid in his mind, his dad’s furry and masculine chest, his bulging crotch and swinging balls, his muscled thighs. Stevie touched his small dick, rock-hard and throbbing.

Replacing the boxers, the kid opened the drawer on the right. His mother’s lingerie gave out more lavender scent as he touched the silky panties. Rummaging through, his hand grabbed something hard. What he pulled out blew his mind.

With a thumping heart, Stevie held the black dildo in his hand, gazing down at it. It was huge. Thick, long, shiny, rippled, and hard. He brought it slowly up to his scrawny chest, rubbing the mushroomed head on his small nipples, heaving, sliding it up to his mouth, flicking his tongue on the head. As if in a dream, on weak knees, he wobbled to his patents’ bed and sat on the edge. He could barely hear his moans as he wrapped his lips around the black knob, immediately gagging.

Holding the black dildo by its round balls, Stevie ran the head down his body and shoved it into his briefs pressing it on his small dick, rubbing, closing his eyes. Slowly, spreading his thin thighs, he brought the dildo into his crack. His butt cheeks squeezed on the thickness as he rubbed the dildo up and down his crack. Bringing the head at his puckered hole, he pressed. Suddenly, the boy heaved and bucked against the smooth plastic knob and what shot out of his boy-dick seconds later was long ropes of young cum.

Pulling out the dildo, Stevie licked the cum off his penis, with his eyes still closed, his chest heaving. Panting, he started to think more clearly. What was this thing doing in his mom’s drawer? Among her undies? Did his dad know? Or approve? What was that all about? His young mind couldn’t decode all those questions.

Hearing the entrance door open, Stevie quickly wiped the dildo clean, replaced it, and rushed to his room to change his soiled briefs.

“Stevie, darling?” his mother called from downstairs.

He could barely answer. Gulping, he croaked, “I’m up here, Mom.”

“Could you come down and help me with these bags, honey?”

Stevie quickly pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt and came down. His mother watched him enter the kitchen as she put bags on the counter. The boy was unnaturally flushed.

“Honey? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Stevie mumbled.

“Oh, my. Come here. You look as if you have a fever.”

He hesitantly walked over wondering if his mom could smell his semen. She touched his forehead.

“Strange. You don’t seem to have any temperature. Here. I brought some orange juice.”

She poured him a glass. “Sit down and drink this. You don’t look well, honey.”

“I’m fine, Mom.” He gulped down the juice, just aware of his parched throat.

What was he going to say to his mother? That he had found a huge black dildo in her drawer? Among her thingies? That he had shot a load as it pressed on his ass? That he had sucked his boy semen off its knob? That he had really, really enjoyed it?

He went to bed that night totally confused. Why didn’t he have such a large cock? He would be popular. His mom seemed to like large cocks. His dad apparently had one also. The images of the black dildo and the swinging dad bulge loomed in his head. He wished, oh how he wished. He wished that he did have a big cock. Not black, of course, he snickered, hiding his head under the coverlet. Yes, a big cock would be wonderful. Stevie shut his eyes hard, so hard it hurt, as he wished.

He woke up early, feeling the usual morning wood. Except it wasn’t that usual. There was some weight in his crotch that he wasn’t used to having. He raised his head and looked down at his puny body covered by the bed sheet. His eyes went wide as he discerned the bulging sheet. With a shaking hand, Stevie lifted the sheet and looked down at his crotch. His briefs were massively stretched, and he could see something that looked like a cock knob peeking through the waistband of his undies, the slit staring back at him, as if snickering at him.

His heart pounding, Stevie reached down and touched himself. What he held felt even thicker than the black dildo in his mother’s drawer. On shaky legs, he got out of the bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror, pulling down his briefs, gazing at the monster facing him in the mirror. His head reeled. He had to support himself from falling over as he stared at the huge hard cock standing straight and upwards from his wispy crotch. Was that his dick? No way! He brought his hand to his crotch and grabbed the pulsating cock. Yes. This was his, for sure. But how? Oh how? How could that have happened? All he had had was some orange juice. Orange juice wouldn’t make his penis grow so big. He had also wished, but he was grown up enough to know that wishing, no matter how hard, did not just come true, especially like this wish. Tooth fairies didn’t exist and Santa was a joke, weren’t they? How?

Lovingly, however, he stroked the thick shaft, his heart pounding inside his skinny, ribbed boy chest. All it took was a few strokes up and down the huge shaft and a flood of creamy juice shot out of the wide-open slit hitting the mirror. Spurt after spurt. White, creamy, thick.

Stevie spent the Sunday wondering around, humped over, torn between jubilation and dread, trying to hide the bulge in his shorts, almost panicking. When just as last night he had wished for a big cock, now he was trying his best to hide the huge dick weighing his slight body down. He had mixed feelings: proud of his new big dick that wouldn’t go limp all the way and scared of what had happened.

“I’m worried about Stevie, Henry,” Stevie’s mother said to his dad back in the house.

“What’s wrong with the little guy?”

“I don’t exactly know. Since yesterday, he’d been acting weird, flushed and humped over. He spent all day out, just walking around, in another world.”

Henry scratched his head. “You know, honey, the boy is growing up. Give him some space, ok?”

Stevie’s mother nodded, not fully convinced, but ready to let it go.

Stevie lay in bed, naked, his huge cock stiff and pointing straight out and up from his body, all nine inches, thick and throbbing. He had measured it. A full nine inches and as thick as a soda can. He stroked it, panting, approaching orgasm. He squeaked as he felt his ejaculation. His cock squirted up halfway to the ceiling, his hand gripping the thickness hard. But, to his amazement, the cock came off in his gripping hand.

Stevie gazed speechless as his cock separated from his crotch and kept spewing. Was he dreaming? Was this a nightmare? He moved his hand holding the spurting cock away from his crotch; the cock moved away from his body. Looking down, he saw that his balls had come out also. This was not real. No! Stevie stifled a scream, his cock dribbling and settling in his grip. He brought up the cock and licked it. The sensations he felt were amazing, emanating from both his tongue and his groin. He thought his heart was going to stop. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that all of this would go away. He would open his eyes and look down at his tiny boy penis. But his hand told another story as it gripped the pulsating thick shaft and his lips wrapped around the engorged and slimy knob.

Stevie hid his cock in his undies drawer. He could feel it between his thighs, lying limp, but when he reached down to rub it in his crotch, it wasn’t there. It was like an amputated limb. He closed his eyes and wished that all of this had been a dream. He would wake up the next morning and things would be back to normal. That night, he had a fitful sleep.

The next morning, his sensations of a morning wood brought his hand down to his crotch to find only boy-hair. He got up, took out the throbbing cock from his drawer and stroked it slowly. He brought it up to his lips and sucked on the head. The ensuing spurts hit the back of his throat with force as he gagged and swallowed.

Cleaning the cock and hiding it back in his dresser, he put on his school clothes and went down for breakfast. In his shorts, there was nothing, no penis, large or small, no balls, just plain wispy hair. But he also felt the cock he had left in his drawer. He wouldn’t answer his mother’s queries as she tried her best to draw him out. Finally, she decided to let him be.

In the math class, Stevie couldn’t concentrate. He did feel the cock, flaccid and weighing down on his balls between his stick-thick thighs, but he knew there was nothing there, that his penis was lying limp in his drawer back home.

His mother was cleaning up his room. When she opened his drawer, she took in a breath. A dildo was lying on the top of the white jockeys in her son’s room. She gazed down. It was bigger than the one she had. Her heart beat fast. Was that the explanation of Stevie’s weird behavior? Was Stevie gay? The dildo looked much more real than the black one. She tentatively touched it.

In the classroom, Stevie yelped. The math teacher looked back at the class from the board.

“What was that?”

The girl sitting in the seat over from Stevie gazed at him. His face had turned beet red.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered. “Something I had for breakfast, I guess.”

The girl snickered.

Stevie’s mother held the cock in her hand. It even felt real. Amazingly, it grew harder, thicker, longer. Was it erecting? Was this for real?

Stevie wriggled in his seat, in agony, as he felt the caressing touch on his dick.

The mother sat on Stevie’s bed holding the big cock in her hand. It did feel real, not as plastic-y as the black dildo. It throbbed! Was it battery-operated? Did it have a touch sensor or something? She brought it slowly to her breast, rubbing it on her nipples through the blouse she was wearing. Her nipples hardened and poked the fabric.

Stevie almost died. He could feel the hard nipples against his cock head. He started to sweat, trying to force himself to remain calm. What was happening? Could it be that his mother had discovered his cock and was playing with it? It was hell. It was heaven.

Mom brought the cock down to her crotch, breathing heavily, up between her thighs. She couldn’t resist the feeling that this dildo was as real as her husband’s cock. What would they come up with next, she wondered as her thighs quivered? She could even feel the veins along the shaft, swollen and throbbing. Stevie felt the warmth of body heat on his dick. Mom rubbed the head slowly around her vagina lips and up to her swelling clit. Stevie squirmed harder, feeling his cock pulsate. As Mom started to get wet,

Stevie was going crazy, wanting to pull his hair, to thrust his hips forward, to moan and groan, but with difficulty, he was able to remain glued to his seat, mortified. The teacher was thankfully oblivious, but his classmates had noticed that something weird was going on with Stevie. The ones closest to him exchanged glances and smirked.

“You ok,” Sandy, the girl in the seat next to him, whispered.

“Mmm,” he managed to mumble, as he felt his cock rubbing soft, wet skin.

Mom pressed the knob into her vagina.

Stevie jumped, holding the sides of his desk, his head thrown back, as if in a seizure.

“Oh don’t! Don’t!” he mumbled as he felt his cock slide into a wet, tight opening.

The classmates snickered as they watched.

Mom moaned as she pushed the cock deeper into her cunt, starting to spasm with the onset of an intense first orgasm.

Stevie grunted and humped the desk, holding tightly onto the sides. The math teacher slowly approached the boy as the classmates watched. A couple of boys started to taunt Stevie. Stevie grunted louder, oblivious of his surroundings, pressing his  crotch against the desk, humping and grinding, his eyes closed, his breathing fast, his head thrown back.

Mom fucked her pussy with the thick cock.

Stevie cummed hard.

“What’s wrong with you, Steven?” the math teacher asked, looming above the groaning and sweating kid, who appeared to have been having an orgasmic explosion. “Go get Nurse,” he ordered the boy sitting in front of Stevie.

Stevie settled, sweat beads covering his forehead, heart pounding, crotch pulsating.

Mom heaved with orgasm after orgasm rocking her body, as she felt the squirts of cum hit her insides with force. She lay still. Her mind spun in dizzying circles. Did the dildo ejaculate sperm inside her cunt? Incredibility hit her hard as she pulled out the dildo and brought it up to her face. It was dripping through the slit. This couldn’t be, no way, no how. Mom quickly wiped the dildo clean and hid it in her drawer next to the black dildo she owned. She didn’t want to examine the damned dildo any further. It must have some kind of pouch filled with simulated cum or something. Damn those inventions!

Nurse declared Stevie normal, but with a little flush. Nothing serious. No detached monster cock, Stevie thought.

The rest of the day was torturous for Stevie. He was in total confusion. What had happened during the math class? Could it be that his mother had found the cock? And what had she done with it? He had felt moistness and silky skin against his dick. His phantom crotch with the huge cock and hanging balls kept tingling in a pair of boy shorts that had nothing inside. Had Mom rubbed it down there? Down where it was wet? Had she…? It was unfathomable to his boy’s mind. But Mom did keep a black dildo in her drawer. What the hell? He had felt, and for the first time, the pressure of a wet hole around his virtual cock, no, not really virtual, it had been real enough for him. His young bony body shivered as he recalled the spasms, the ejaculation, the intensity. Had he been fu… fucking…? Was this what it felt like? With Mom? He couldn’t imagine that!

His classmates made fun of him all day, but for Stevie, it had all been surreal, as if he was in a different world, in a parallel existence. He had checked his crotch multiple times in the toilets, and all he had found was his boy pubes. He felt the cock and balls, and he ached to touch them, to grip them, to rub them, but there wasn’t a damned thing down there.

Stevie couldn’t wait for the last class to be over. As the bell rang, he dashed out of the school and ran home. Crashing into the house, he rushed to his room, almost knocking his mother over as she was coming down the stairs carrying a heap of wash.

“Stevie?” Mom leaned against the railing, stabilizing herself. “Steve! Come down! Now!”

Oblivious of his mother’s orders, Stevie ran into his bedroom and yanked open the drawer. He rummaged through his stuff. The cock was not there. Stevie emitted a sob from deep down his throat. His mother had found the penis. She had rubbed it against her soft skin. She, oh God, she… she pushed it up her… her… He sat on the bed his head between his hands and cried, hot tears streaming down his boy face.

“Oh, baby,” Mom walked into the room and sat next to her heaving son, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Do you need to tell me something?” Her heart pounded to even consider that her son was gay and that he kept the dildo to play with. Her boy was too young to have to go through this, she thought as she hugged him closer to her.

“Mom?” Stevie sobbed. “Did you…? Mom… was there…? I mean… were you here in my room today? Did you see … see… s-s-something?”

Mom’s heart went out for her boy. She would protect him no matter what. She didn’t care whether her Stevie was gay or not. He was her baby and she loved him. But it had to be on his initiative to tell her that he liked men’s penises.

“What are you missing, honey? You can tell me.”

“Um…” Stevie hesitated, looking down at the floor between his feet. “Mom. There was… I had a p… p… penis in my drawer,” he stammered, his voice shaking.

Stevie’s mother laughed a little and hugged him tighter. “You mean a dildo?”

Stevie looked up and gazed at his mother’s blue eyes. “No, Mom. A penis. A real one.”

Mom patted her shaking boy’s shoulder. She was now even more concerned. Stevie seemed to be fantasizing, imagining a dildo to be a real penis. But she started when she recalled how the dildo had throbbed between her thighs and how it seemed to ejaculate inside her vagina. She had orgasmed wildly, her juices flowing in abundance, but there was some kind of added viscosity, much like when her husband flooded her.

The boy was still gazing at his mother, realizing from the expression on her face that she had somehow “played” with his dick.

“Mom, something weird happened,” he started to confess, his tiny body trembling. “I had wished for a large penis, Mom, like the black thing you have in your dresser.”

“What?” Mom’s heart pounded. The boy had discovered the black dildo! How was she ever going to explain that? Henry, her husband, had insisted that they get one as a toy to break the routine. She had used it with him, sometimes on her, rubbing it between her breasts as they fucked, sometimes between Henry’s butt cheeks, which he claimed made him fuck better. It had added some color—excuse the pun—to their sex life, but she had never imagined that Stevie would find it.

“What were you doing, going through our things?” she admonished.

“Dad knows?”

Mom nodded. “Where did you get the other one, Steven? Who gave it to you?”

“It’s mine, Mom.”

The boy sounded so delusional that the mother was at a loss how to handle the situation. Perhaps she should wait for Henry to come home.

“Oh, honey,” she cooed, trying to be soothing. “Did you buy it from somewhere? Or did someone give it to you?”

Slowly, Stevie stood up facing his mother. Ever so slowly, he pulled down his shorts. Mom stared at her boy getting naked in front of her.

“Steve, what in heaven’s sake…?”

Shorts around his ankles, the kid stood frozen in front of his gasping mother. She reached out and spread the pubic hairs, searching. There was no penis, no nuts, no vagina, no nothing.

“The cock is mine, Mom. It fell off.”

“It… it… fff?” Mom was speechless. “How? What… what have you done? It... It can’t… can’t have fallen off.”

“Mom. It fell off!” Stevie shrieked.

Stevie broke down. Sobbing and babbling about how he found the black dildo, how he had wished he had a big penis, how he had woken up with the horse cock, how it had fallen off in his hand as he stroked it, how it had stayed alive. He sat on the floor, sobbing and blabbering, his boy body heaving with misery.

As if in a trance, Mom went to her bedroom and with shaking hands picked up the cock, felt it vibrating, and brought it back to Stevie’s room. Stevie was moaning and moving his hips round.

“Mom, don’t. Please don’t! It’s my penis, Mom. Please drop it, Mom? Please?”

Mom held the cock, amazingly getting harder and larger in the palm of her hand.

“Unreal,” she whispered. “Oh, my boy!” she pressed on the erecting cock.

Stevie grunted.

Still holding the throbbing cock in her hand she pulled Stevie down onto the bed and sat next to him, her gaze never leaving the pulsating rod. Stevie reached out and grabbed the cock, placing it on his crotch and stroking it. Seconds later, it spewed cum with force as the boy heaved and cried out.

“I will tell Dad. We will see a doctor. A surgeon. We will stitch it back on, baby. We will find a solution.” She knew she was babbling.

The mother hugged her son, gazing at the pulsating cock in the palm of his hand, veiny, thick, slimy, alive!