Hi guys,
This story is based around the sexual experiences of a 17 year old high school boy, Connor, who is freely exploring his sexuality. Please note that he also lives in a world that is free from STDs so do not copy him - keep yourself safe. Any events that seem similar to your own lives are purely coincidental.
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The story so far: Our 17 year old protagonist, Connor Daniels, has recently been cheated on by his boyfriend, David, the same guy he gave his virginity to. In dealing with that, Connor has taken an unusual step for him; he has joined a gay hook-up app and has decided to get a taste of what is out there waiting in the world of casual sex. So far he has experienced camming with a unknown guy and meeting a boy, sucking his cock and then having a cum facial. A photograph was taken of Connor's cum coated face but, easily distracted, Connor forgot all about it being taken.
Young, Free and Newly Single - Chapter 3
A sudden, and very shrill, beeping woke me from a restful sleep. After my encounter yesterday, I'd come home and scrubbed myself clean. When I'd set off to meet this still unnamed man, I'd expected to feel turned on, sexual and exciting; while there, I did. Even afterwards, when I discovered that his cum was still streaked through my hair, it felt as naughty and fun as it did embarrassing. What I hadn't expected, however, was the shame that had followed. That afternoon, I'd spent my time with my younger brother, Jack. He is a wonderful boy of 8 years old and we've always been close despite the age gap. He's the spitting image of me, right down to the freckles on my face and I love him with all my heart. I know that, sometimes, it's not cool for a big brother to admit that about his younger siblings but I do.
We had sat together in the living room, playing games on the console. Obviously, being older, I had a clear advantage but I did let him win sometimes. He didn't seem bothered about it to be honest; mum said he just liked spending time with me. Dad worked very long hours and sometimes had to go away for business so I think Jack got a lot of the things he should have been getting from Dad, from me instead. Being near to him, after taking another guy's cum all over my face, just felt wrong. I felt guilty, like what I'd done was disgusting and he'd be ashamed of me if he knew. It's pure paranoia, I know. At 8, Jack knew about me being gay and had spent some time with David when he had come round but he had no idea of sex or cum or anything like that; he couldn't judge me for something he didn't understand. Still... the shame was there regardless.
As the afternoon wore on, we started to discuss films and how he was desperate to go and see Star Wars in the cinema. He'd heard everything about it from his friends at school, and already knew the entire plot, but mum wouldn't let him go and see it because of its 12 age rating. His moaning and complaining had finally hit a point where it was just too much and I promised him that, if he stopped whining, I'd convince mum to let him go with me to see it. His eyes lit up, excited and hopeful. He almost burst when I told him that he could wear the little Jedi outfit he had, if he wanted. We booked tickets for the next day's afternoon showing and continued to play games.
After an evening at home, I'd curled up for a lovely night's rest in bed. Snuggled up in my private space, I let my mind explore the events of the day and it wasn't long before I was teasing another load from my balls as I remembered the feeling of hot teenage spunk coating my face and sliding down my throat. In my memory, the events were even hotter and kept improving every time; I remembered the animalistic look on his face as he unloaded, the cheeky smile as he wiped the cum around with his cock; so sexy. I couldn't wait to see what else was available out there.
That's what I thought had woke me, the app beeping with a new message. Instead, as I picked up my phone and wiped my eyes, it turned out to be David. 'Call me' was all it said. My head started racing ten to the dozen; is he sorry? Does he want me back? Even though it was me that had officially ended things, there was a part of me that still loved him. I called him. I wish I hadn't. All he wanted was to ask me for the chain back that he had given me for my 17th birthday; he said that he wanted to give it to his new boyfriend. His... new... boyfriend... we had only been separated a matter of days but I guess it turns out that the guy he had been sleeping with behind my back wanted to be his new beau. Resisting the urge to scream at him, I'd just hung up. That fucker! How dare he?! Is it not enough that he tricked me and manipulated me into giving him my virginity? The rage was building up inside me so, rather than taking it out on an unsuspecting wall or cushion, I decided to go for a run.
Running always helped me to clear my head. Dressed in well-fitting shorts and a simple t-shirt, I pounded the pavements once again. About 5 minutes into my run, my phone buzzed; David again asking me when I could return the chain. I ignored it and carried on, focusing on my breathing to try to push away thoughts of him. Unfortunately, he isn't the sort of person to give up easily; my phone buzzed again a couple of minutes later. 'Come on Connor,' it read, 'It's my chain anyway.' Gritting my teeth, I carried on. This wasn't working. My anger levels were rising and a simple jog wasn't going to make a difference. Especially not after the third message; 'Why are you being so difficult? You're really being unfair and selfish Connor!' Seconds after receiving that message, I burst back through my house door. As I rushed to my room, desperately trying to hold it in, I knocked into Jack. He tried to say something, his face beaming but I didn't even take notice of what it was. "Leave me alone," I said, ignorant of the hurt look on his face as I closed the bedroom door behind me.
How dare he?! I'M the one being difficult? I'M the one being unfair and selfish?! The rage built to boiling point inside me and I took it out on everything close; objects went flying across my room, my fists slammed into cushions, cupboards, even walls without a care for whether or not it hurt me. The pain was good actually; it slowly and steadily pulled me away from the thoughts of David and eventually, exhausted, I collapsed on the floor. My body shook as I sobbed; a flurry of tears fell from my eyes, landing on the floor in front of me. This just wasn't right; I'd always been a good boy, always done the right thing and now this was how the universe repaid me. With all of my energy drained, I fell asleep there on the floor of my wrecked bedroom; my surroundings reflecting how I felt inside.
This time the beep that woke me was not from David. There was a man, apparently a 5 minute walk away from where I lived, who was messaging me; "Hey, I'm Anthony, how are you?" For a moment, I stared at the message. I didn't bother to open the profile and, frankly, I didn't care what it contained. Then and there, I knew what I needed to get David off my mind; "Want to fuck me? Send your address" was all I typed. The reply came about 10 seconds later, I knew the place so I picked up a jacket, still wearing my running gear, and I left my room.
Had I been paying more attention, I'd have noticed the time. Had I looked around as I left the house, I'd have spotted Jack sitting in the living room waiting quietly; dressed in his Jedi robes. Instead, the only thing on my mind was Anthony's cock buried deep inside my bum.
Not 3 minutes later, I arrived at his door. Quickly, he ushered me in. I suppose, dressed as I was, it might have looked very dodgy had his neighbours seen. As he closed the door behind me, I pounced. I used the element of surprise to push this man up against the door and my lips were on his in seconds. Moans filled the air as I aggressively forced my tongue into his mouth; pushing and thrusting against his. We were loud; sucking in air and groaning. I was on my tip toes so he must have been taller than me, perhaps 6ft. My hands explored his body as our lips continued to battle; he was strong, a good solid build. He didn't have the definition or slim physique that the last guy had but he felt... powerful. Meaty I supposed would be the best word to describe him. He proved just how much strength he had by pushing back against me and pinning me against the wall. Running his large hands down my arms, he grabbed both of my wrists and held them above my head. Standing mere inches away; I got my first look at his face. He was mid to late 20s and had dark hair, cut short in a messed up style with lust filled brown eyes. I yelped as he pushed me back. Suddenly, his demeanour changed; "Oh god, I'm sorry, are you ok?" all 'tough guy' persona was dropped. Well I wasn't having that. I wasn't here for a nice date and chat, I wanted cock and as much of it as I could manage; enough to fuck David out of my memory.
Instead of answering him, I dropped to my knees and pulled down his trackies. He wasn't wearing any underwear and it revealed a chunky cock of around 6 and a half inches. It wasn't massive; not like the 19 year old who had tried to choke me on his, but it was definitely thick and meaty like its owner and would certainly serve the use I had for it. There was a thick dark bush at the base; he certainly needed to learn to trim but I wasn't going to be put off. Without hesitation, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck as I slid my lips down the shaft. It throbbed between my lips and I started to moan, sending vibrations down to the base. Above me, Anthony was grunting as he ran his hands through my hair. "Oh fuck, that's it. You're such a good cocksucker." This made me work harder and I could feel his cock becoming more rigid inside my mouth. My nose was in his pubes, drinking in this strong, musky man stink as the cockhead pushed into the back of my throat. With my hands on his bum, I started to pull Anthony towards me then push him away again. He got the hint; slowly he started to thrust his hips and fuck his delicious cock in and out of my face. "Oh god yes, it's like you love my cock man!"
In a way, he was right. I needed his cock, needed to taste it, to feel it. I didn't care about Anthony; he just happened to be attached to the cock I needed. I stood up and began to kiss him again. This time, letting him be the more aggressive one, letting his tongue push into my mouth first; offering little resistance. I placed his hands on my tight bum and started to grind against him. Pulling away from his lips, I moaned out a "Fuck me." He returned to kissing me, his hips grinding against my own. His cock rubbed over my jogging shorts, leaving silvery trails of precum all over the front. I pulled back again, "No... fuck me." Once again, he ignored my instruction so I had to take matters into my own hands. I pushed him away and spun around, standing away from the wall a little and bending over at the waist. In one swift move, I managed to push down my jogging shorts but, in the process, I ripped my boxers just under the band. I was about to stop when I realised; maybe this was the invitation he needed. Instead of lowering my boxers, I pulled at the rip, forcing it to expand. Soon, my bare bum was showing through the tattered underwear so I placed my hands on the wall and bent down lower. My tight smooth hole was exposed to the second man ever to see it.
Without another word, he came up right behind me. I could feel his throbbing cock against my cheeks and, when I felt the meaty head being placed against my hole, I knew that this was going to stretch me wider than David's cock ever had. Even in this moment, poised to be fucked by another man, I couldn't get him out of my head. Well screw you David, this is who I am now. I pushed back, just enough for the head to pop inside my hole; my tight ring stretching over it just enough. A low guttural moan came from my throat as, instead of waiting, I tried to push more of Anthony's thick cock inside me. "Aww damn, you're hungry aren't you?" he said, chuckling. If only he knew how much I needed this, needed to be rid of David. He placed his hands on my hips and, controlling the speed, pushed his cock all the way inside me until I could feel his bushy pubes against my cheeks. He held for a moment and I'm grateful he did; I'd never been stretched like this before and could feel his hot dick throbbing inside me. It pulsed, and each time it did, it pushed against the inner walls of my arse.
Anthony had decided that it was time to see how much I wanted his cock and started to pull out of me, all the way to the head, before slamming all the way back inside. He was long-dicking me there against the wall inside his hallway and, quite frankly, I loved every minute of it. His cock was the perfect size for my inexperienced hole; just right to be hitting my sensitive prostate again and again whilst not over stretching me and leaving me hurt. At one point, I felt him pull out and I could feel my hole gape open - waiting for him to fill me once again, which he did moments later.
We grunted, groaned and cried out together. Lost in the moment, I was begging me to fuck me harder, to make me feel his cock, to pound me. This was the second man to ever fuck me and I was begging for it like a cheap whore. It didn't matter what he thought of me; he didn't matter to me. All I needed was cock, enough of it to stop me thinking about my vile ex-boyfriend and his new 'love'.
As the fuck went on, I started bouncing back to meet his powerful thrusts and the slamming of skin on skin filled the air around us. There was no way that people on the street wouldn't be able to hear what was going on just inside Anthony's doorway. Towards the end of our long, sweaty session, I must have become too loud, as he covered my mouth with his hand. That was enough for me and, without warning, cum started flying out of my cock and flooding the front of my wrecked boxers. As my hole tightened and the chute of my arse massaged his cock, Anthony's big hairy balls pulled up and forced thick ropes of spunk out of his cock and straight into my waiting, needy hole. Moans of satisfaction left my lips as I felt his hot liquid coat my insides.
He was done... spent... and it had almost been enough. For a moment, I almost forgot about that prick that broke my heart. Pulling up my shorts, I could already feel his thick cum leaking out of my well fucked hole. He looked as if he wanted to say something, perhaps ask me to stay but I shot that down by simply saying thank you and heading straight out the door. I wasn't there for chit-chat. I had come to get fucked and nothing more; after all, love and relationships were for idiots, weren't they?
Despite my best efforts, I could feel more of Anthony's load trickle down my leg and, given that I was only wearing shorts, I knew that people would soon be able to see it. Speeding up, I got to my house door, intending to run upstairs and shower, but I was stopped cold when I opened it. There, sat on the bottom of the stairs, was Jack. He was still wearing his Jedi robes, the hood pulled up over his tear-stained face. The movie had finished 10 minutes ago. Ah, there was that overwhelming feeling of guilt I was familiar with.
Thank you for reading chapter three of my story. I hope you enjoyed it - please feel free to give me any feedback at mattstories@hotmail.com, I'd really appreciate it.
Although I have the long term story planned, please feel free to send ideas for different guys that Connor could hook up with or experiences he could have. It would be great to incorporate readers' ideas into my writing.
If you enjoyed this, please check out my other Nifty story. It's a coming of age romance called "Finding My Voice" here in the High School section.