Curious, Femboi tries a Dildo
Dustin is still regaining what composure he can, which is apparently very little as he lies there curled up and fidgeting his fingers as they trail across his lips to lightly draw at them seductively. His digits lightly probing his mouth as he was left wanting after his appetizer, drool partially hanging from the edges as he runs his fingers along the inside of his cheeks and tongue.
His mind blanketed by another wave of homo-erotic thoughts, closing his eyes as he continued to suck on his fingers down to the knuckles. He imagined something far more masculine than himself, with a thick rigid cock sliding through his lips. His own spent member straining to grow erect, lightly humping his hips as his body seeked further stimulus. He caressed one of those hyper-sensitive nipples, eliciting a moan from his busy mouth. The imaginary shaft at his maw wasn't enough, turning to a thick horse shaft as he pressed his hand inside as far as he can manage.
The femboy writhed on the floor as he pushed his small hands in his mouth, soon gagging as he's nearly lodged his entire fist inside. He has to practically fight himself to pull his hand free, saliva dribbling from his lips as he peels that hand free with some teeth impressions at the skin. He manages to pull himself free of the femboi stupor, glancing up in the mirror at his girlish face. Cheeks flushed red as he feels compelled to try one of the toys inside the wardrobe, he rationalized it being the only way to sate his desires - despite being untrue.
He picked himself up, struggling to manage that simple task in his current state of mind and body. His hair hanging down over the sides of his face as he tries not to look at himself, knowing he'd end up as a mess from even the sight of his own body. He pulls the door open once more to rummage through the drawers once more, knowing very well there were a few candidates of his twisted desires.
He doesn't sit on the issue and quickly finds a dildo in the form of a nearly-to-scale replica of a horse shaft. It's almost unbelievable how real it the surface felt, like it was organic itself and infact it had a dull warmth to it. It made him inexplicably happy as he cradles it in his hands, it was limp yet rigid enough to penetrate. He couldn't control himself and clenched his boy pussy reflexively, throwing him off as he tightened around something already stuck inside. How had he missed it the whole time?
Dustin bends over the edge of his bed, shuddering as he looks at his arched backside from the mirror. He looks over those small girly cheeks, tracing a finger down the middle and bumping against hard object shaped in a ring. The girly boy able to see the pink of that plug and slide a finger through it to give it an experimental tug. He feels the wide pressure of whatever is stuck inside, pulling gingerly and finding it firmly in place.