Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2016 16:58:19 +0000 From: Matthew S Subject: Young, Free and Newly Single - Chapter two 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. All copyrights for this story are held by me. If it is not legal for you to read this story then that is a decision that you need take for yourself but any consequences of that decision are yours. Please feel free to email me at mattstories@hotmail.com even if it's just to tell me that you liked/hated the story. Apologies for any typing, spelling or grammatical errors. - - - - - - - - - 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. Last night, he had his first experience of video chatting with a guy and eating his own cum. - - - - - - - - - Young, Free and Newly Single - Chapter 2 After a night of dreams full of sexual promise, I awoke with my usual rock hard cock causing a tent in my covers. A few months ago I had decided to start sleeping naked and found it quite freeing aside from the occasional trails of precum I left on my sheets. Reaching down my body, I felt the leftovers of last night's adventures drying on my skin. I gripped my shaft and started to slide my foreskin over the wet head of my cock. This is how I'd normally start every morning and today was going to be no different until I realised... I had other options. It was Saturday, I had the whole day to explore this. Enjoying the feeling for a few more moments, I then reached for my phone. Logging into the app, I headed straight to the preferences and fetishes section of my profile and added 'Camming' to the list of things I was into. If it caused me to cum like that every time, I'd definitely be up for doing that again. I started browsing through the different guys like an excited boy in a sweet shop. There were a range of different guys of all different builds and ages. An entire range of fetishes, that I'd never even heard of, seemed commonplace on their profiles; I knew I'd have a lot of catching up to do if I was going to experience everything that this new world had to offer and I was sure I wanted to do this... wasn't I? A few moments of browsing past and I found myself lingering on an interesting guy. He was 19, taller than me and definitely more defined and built up. His short dark hair contrasted with his bright blue eyes. He was definitely a stunner. His profile text said that he was new to the city, having come down for uni, and just wanted to have fun with some new guys. He sounded perfect for where I was with my journey. No strings, no commitment, just fun. Unfortunately something unexpected happened. As much as I wanted to message this guy, something stopped me. Everything with David had hit me harder than I thought and I had started to question why any guy would be interested in me if the boy that said he loved me could turn around and cheat on me. What if I messaged this lad and he rejected me. I mean... he's some kind of sex god with a body like that and I'm just... me. Maybe last night was just a one off... Leaving my phone behind, I headed into the shower and cleaned myself up. The hot water and steam relaxing my body and soothing away any aches and pains. I enjoy letting my body dry naturally so I simply wrapped the towel around my slender waist and sat down on the edge of my bed. The light on my phone was blinking and, when I picked it up, I found that I had a couple of messages waiting on the app; as luck would have it, it was the same guy I'd been checking out. I opened the app and then gasped. There, in front of me, was an image of his thick veiny cock sticking proudly out from his body. It must have been at least 8 inches and there was a huge set of balls underneath, looking full and ready to burst. Immediately, my own cock started to stir and it was made worse by the second message, underneath the picture, simply asking: "Want it?" Without a second thought, completely caught in the moment, stating that I very much wanted it. "Love having it sucked," came his reply. My mouth watered at the prospect. I don't know why but sucking cock had never before seemed so enticing, so... delicious. When I didn't respond straight away, he sent a further message, one that sealed the deal for me; "You have nice lips, can't wait to see them stretched around me." He gave me his address, some student flat near the centre of the city, and told me to come round in about 45 minutes. It wasn't yet 8am on a Saturday morning and I'd already made arrangements to suck some 19 year old's cock. For whatever reason, I was completely flummoxed about what to wear. I'd never done anything like this before; do I go casual, dress sexy or smart? After trying on a fair few different outfits I settled on going simple; just a pair of grey jogging bottoms that were tight around my bubble bum and a white vest top that had started to cling in all the right places now that I was working out more. I set off and, in much quicker time than I thought, found myself outside the block of student flats. Reaching for the door handle, I suddenly stopped. I shouldn't do this. It's a bad idea. This isn't want I want; maybe David can fuck around but that's not right for me... is it? My ears were full with the sound of my own heartbeat. Pulling away, I turned and started to walk off when my phone beeped. Another picture, this time showing off his cock from below, with his winking face looking down at the camera. Underneath was simply the line; "I'm waiting." Fuck. Yes... no... yes! I was doing this. The love of my life had made it painfully clear that he wasn't interested anymore so why shouldn't I go have some fun. Taking a deep breath, I threw open the door and walked into the block of flats. When I reached his door, I knocked. The few seconds it took for him to open the door were enough time for me to doubt it again, I mean I didn't even know the lad's name! But all doubts were sent to the back of my mind when I saw him stood there in front of me; 6ft2 of pure sexual perfection. Naked except for a very tight pair of black CK boxer-briefs, he pulled me into the flat. His eyes darted over me. "Too many clothes," he decided as he started to pull off my vest top. His fingers roamed over my revealed abs and traced their development. "Very nice," he said, placing my hand on his own abs. Whimpers escaped me, I'd never been this close to someone as sexy as this. He pulled me against him and started to kiss the side of my neck; he trailed up to my ear and whispered for me to remove the rest of my clothes. I complied and added my joggers, socks and trainers to the pile that was starting to form on his floor. "No no," he said, "All of them." So I had been in this guy's flat for maybe 2 minutes and already all of my clothes were gathered on his floor. I was stood there, naked; my thick teenage cock jutting out from my body, rock hard with everything happening around me. Looking me in the eyes, his hands landed on my shoulders and I could feel the pressure starting to push me down. Sinking to my knees, my face was now in line with the huge package in the front of his underwear. I looked up at him, unsure as to what to do next, but I didn't need to wait long. He pushed my head against him; rubbing his fabric covered cock all over my face. I could smell his manly ball sweat and I knew he hadn't showered that morning. His moaning intensified as I opened my mouth and tried to use my tongue to lick the obvious bulge through the material. "Aww fuck yes," he grunted as my lips and his cockhead met. "Pull them down," he commanded. But, as I reached up, he stopped me. "With your teeth." He smiled down at me. Gripping the waistband of the boxer-briefs between my teeth, I pulled them down slowly, feeling the throbbing of his cock against my face as I slid over it. Once I'd freed his monster, I took a moment to admire it; it was truly a beautiful piece of meat. "Fuck..." I whispered as I saw the thick veins, that ran along the entire shaft, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. "Yeah I know," he smiled down at me, his confidence clearly stemming from this huge manly cock he had. "Look up at me and stick out your tongue." I did as I was told, looking up into his eyes, I stuck out my warm, wet tongue. He took hold of the base of his cock and brought it hard against my face, slapping me with it. He found this amusing and continued by bouncing the head of it on my tongue. His precum flew everywhere, some falling into my open mouth but some speckling my face. His big hands ran through my hair as he guided me to his mushroom like head. It was thick and red - angry almost. My lips slid over it and my tongue met with his slit. Greedily, I lapped up his precum, noticing the same generally delicious taste as my own but also a few differences at the same time. Slowly at first, I began to suck on his cock. My lips formed a tight bond around the shaft, allowing me to suck hard on the cock head and first inch or so that was there inside my wet mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock and pushed at the edge of his foreskin, sliding briefly inside. This elicited several moans from him and he used his strong grip to push me down further. The further I got down his shaft, the thicker his cock became and I found my lips stretched out to the max. The head of his cock was at the back of my mouth, just waiting to be pushed into my throat and I was, most certainly, full. I'd only ever sucked David's cock and this guy put David to shame in a big way. As he pushed on the back of my throat, I gagged. My eyes started to water and I pulled off, coughing. "It's ok," he said as he stroked the side of my face, "We'll take it slow, try again." But taking it slow was clearly the last thing on his mind. Rather than let me get used to it this time, he immediately pushed again at the back of my throat, only this time, he didn't let me pull away. He held me there as I gagged; my throat tightening around his cock head, milking him. His moans filled the air in the flat. "Oh yes, fuck yes, that's it lad. Take my cock," He was using me. That much was clear; his guy didn't care about me or even care about my own orgasm. He just wanted to get a nice blowjob from a guy that he thought was cute. The thought only existed in my head briefly and was them swallowed up by the obscene level of horniness I was feeling. In fairness, he knew best and, after a few moments, the gagging stopped. I was more able to take the length of his cock and I started to bob my head up and down his long shaft. There were still a couple of inches at the bottom that eluded me but he seemed content with my cock-sucking. His fingers gripped tightly in my hair as he began to pull my face on and off his cock. "Wank yourself," he ordered, as I was licking the length of his shaft, so I began to pull on my own cock while still trying to give my attention to him. The first 6 inches of his cock were now sliding in and out of my face with ease. Moans from me caused vibrations to travel through his shaft which only made him louder and more aggressive; soon he was fucking my face; thrusting his hips against me and making me take the length of his cock again and again. As his moans reached a crescendo, it was clear he was getting close. He pulled out of me and told me to stick my tongue out as he took hold of his own cock and start wanking furiously. He was pulling his foreskin over his cock so quickly and grunting so loudly I was completely stunned by this sexual display in front of me. Continuing to pull on my own cock, I could feel myself starting to get close as well. Without warning, one of his hands grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my face back. Within seconds, and accompanied with extremely loud grunts, his cock exploded sending streams of cum over my face. His first creamy white blast went straight across, landing in my hair and across my forehead. The second coated my right check and I could feel it dribbling down my face straight away. The third and fourth loads headed straight into my mouth with the fourth hitting right at the back of my throat. Immediately, I swallowed; his delicious spunk sliding over my tongue and setting my taste buds alight. It was just like my own cum only stronger tasting, more... masculine and dirty. He continued to pump out another two loads, both of which coated my lips and chin. I was there, on the floor of a strangers living room, coated in his cum and that was all it took for my own cream to start firing out of my cock, all over the legs of this stud in front of me. "Awww fuck lad, you look so bloody sexy like that with my cum all over you," he exclaimed. Before I realised was happening, he'd already reached for his phone and taken a picture of my cum coated face with his cock still resting on my cheek. "Yeah man, so fucking sexy. I'll send you this pic. Thanks so much for that man." And with that, he turned and walked away into the bedroom. Within a couple of moments, I heard the shower start up and knew that he had just left me here on the floor. I was shocked as the gravity of what I'd just done hit me. My head was conflicted; there was the emotional part of me telling me that I wanted more than this, that I deserved a boyfriend who cared about me, but it was so overpowered by this primal feeling of lust and anger that took hold of me and told me just to enjoy it. Embrace all of the experiences you have on offer; you're only 17 once. Besides, boys don't care enough about you to want to be with you, David proved that. You're only good for one thing now. It was so much easier to listen to that voice and, right there and then, it made so much more sense to me. Grabbing some kitchen roll, I wiped my face as best I could and quickly dressed, not wanting the awkwardness of still being here when he got out of the shower. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of his flat and down onto the street. About halfway home, I pulled out my phone and, true to his word, the picture was there. Me looking up at him, blissful orgasm showing on my cum-coated face. He was right, it did look sexy as hell; his spunk all over my lips, my checks, hell even in my hair. But at the same time, did I want a picture like that of me in the hands of someone I didn't really know? Unconsciously, I reached my hands into my hair. "Aww fuck!" I yelled, pulling my now sticky hand away, realising that I had been walking home with a thick glob of his spunk still decorating my fiery red hair. There was no way that people walking by hadn't noticed that! Aww fuck no. And that simple thing right there was enough to distract me from the fact that a boy I didn't really know had taken a very slutty looking picture of me without ever asking. The thought didn't even return to my had until much, much later. - - - - - - - - - Thank you for reading chapter two 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.