Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2020 20:48:28 +0000 From: MaXXXie Subject: Discovering the Slut Within - First Chapter Hey guys. I'm a long time reader but first time writer so I'd love to hear your thoughts on the story. If you have any feedback or ideas, please email me at MaXXXie@protonmail.com In this story, there will be sexual scenes between teenagers and adults as part of one lad's journey of sexual discovery. If that offends you or you don't wish to read that sort of thing then don't carry on. This story should not be taken as any indication about the sexual interests of the readers or the writer and all characters are played by actors over the age of eighteen. Many of the events in this story are fictional but some are based on my own experiences. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Discovering the Slut Within: Chapter One - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Laid back upon my bed, waves of pleasure radiated through my thirteen-year-old body. With my eyes tightly shut, and my uncut cock in hand, I was able to imagine every fantasy I'd ever had with each one running through my brain at the same time. My dick had grown recently and, when last I measured, reached 5 inches. It looked even bigger on my slim frame and I relished in the feeling of my fingers enclosed around it. I'd been wanking for about a year, ever since I'd borrowed my twenty-one-year-old brother's laptop for school and discovered his badly hidden collection of gay porn. Since then, I'd done it at least two or three times a day whilst picturing a whole host of things: most of which were inspired by the porn I'd seen. My right hand released my cock, which was now throbbing after the significant amount of time I'd spent teasing it: I was too close and need to wait. Edging had become one of my favourite things to do and I'd lost more than a couple of Saturday mornings just teasing my cock for hours. My fingertips ran through the small collection of red hairs that had started to gather on my most intimate of regions. As a ginger, I'd worried about what my pubes would look like but, actually, now that they were starting to come in, I thought they looked really fucking hot! My other hand had slid under my balls and was now cupping them, giving my nuts a gentle squeeze. Unfortunately, the image of the beautiful man in front of me was shattered just one moment later. "Sam!" my mum's voice cut through my fantasy like a hot knife slicing straight through butter. As I'm sure most of you will know, nothing kills a boy's boner faster than the sudden image of his mum calling him from downstairs. "Fuck," I grunted. I'd been edging myself and building up for a huge climax: was I really going to be denied? Maybe I could just ignore her and get back into the rhythm... "Sam! Now!" the shrill cries were both louder and closer. If I refused to answer, there was a reasonable chance that she'd just barge into my room and find me with my pants round my ankles and teen cock in hand. Fulfilling my need to cum was just going to have to wait. Dragging up my trackies from by my feet and throwing on my grey school hoodie, I dressed quickly and my bare soles were soon padding down the stairs as I made my way towards the kitchen and the irritating voice that had ruined my fun. Entering the room, I could quickly surmise why she had sounded so pissed off with me. "You promised, Sam," she said, the look upon her face saying more than her words ever could, "Look at him." At her feet was our eight-month-old Labrador, Alfie. Almost as if he'd been triggered by her words, he turned his little face towards me and gave me the saddest eyes I think I'd ever seen. "I'm sorry..." I started to say but she jumped in before I managed to get out more than those two words. "It's not good enough - you wanted this dog and you promised that you'd look after him. You've been home from school for five hours and still haven't taken him out. What are you playing it?" "No, I know but I've..." I paused. I wasn't about to tell my mum that I'd spent a couple of hours gaming and then the rest of the time teasing and edging my horny teen cock. Somehow, I figured that that wouldn't really go down that well. "I'll do it now," I said and moved to pick up his leash. My mum reached out her hand to stop me: "It's too late now: it'll be dark soon." "It's fine, Mum. I'm thirteen - I'm not a little kid anymore." She looked me up and down, quite slowly, as if deciding that for herself. To be honest, if she was going to judge it by physical appearance alone then I wasn't going to come off well. Despite finishing primary school as one of the tallest in year six, I'd not particularly grown since then and now, in year nine, I'd say I was probably one of the shortest in the year. The words 'baby-faced' had been bounded about a few times by my over-zealous aunties as well so I wasn't expecting to suddenly age-up physically any time soon. "You're right, Mum," I started, "It is my responsibility and I need to be the one to do it. I'll take him out to the park now but I'll stick to the path and I'll take my phone: I'll be fine." The woman clicked her tongue but, ultimately, agreed and mere moments later, I was heading out of the door with Alfie leading the way on his leash. Getting a dog had been great and I still loved it but the winter walks hadn't really been something I'd factored into the equation when pestering my family to buy one. At first, my older brother, Greg, had took pity on me and often he and his boyfriend would take the pup out for his exercise but, as the chill had set in, the offers to help had dried up. The walk should have been simple: the park isn't far from the house and there was a clear path all of the way around the open field area that we'd normally use to let Alfie run free for a bit. Unfortunately, on this occasion, the little scamp had other ideas. As soon as I released him from his tether, he sprinted off into the distance, heading directly for the dense, wooden area at the back of the park and, a few seconds later, disappeared entirely into the bushes. Despite my best efforts to call him back, he didn't return. Instead, he'd rush out of the foliage, look directly at me and then scarper off straight back into hiding. Obviously, I had no choice but to leave the brightly lit path and head off into the darkness in order to find him. I know I'd promised my mum that I wouldn't but she wasn't exactly going to be happy if I came back without a dog, was she? "Alfie!" I called out into the pitch-black, hoping to see or hear some sign of him, "Come on, boy. Here Alfie." There was a flash of fur as he burst through the leaves right in front of me but, by the time I could react, he'd already dashed back inside. As such, I was compelled to follow him. During the day, the woods would have felt very familiar to me. I've spent the last thirteen years of my life living in the same house and coming to these woods quite regularly to see mates, build dens and generally just piss around. However, at night and with only the pale light of the moon to show me any sort of path through the shrubbery, it was a very different story. Five minutes went by and I'd ventured deeper into the trees than I had intended. A few times, I'd been pulled in one direction or another by a rustle in the leaves or a glimpse of Alfie's golden fur in the moonlight and I could confidently say that I wasn't entirely sure which direction to head in order to find my way out even if I was able to find the pup now. A sense of panic within me was beginning to rise when I heard the sound of twigs snapping over towards my right. Not wanting to miss him again, I darted over as best I could but, unfortunately, lost my footing. Tumbling to the ground, I ended up on my arse at the edge of a very small gap within the trees. It looked as though it had been intentionally cleared but by who and for what purpose, I had no idea. I was about to pull myself up to my feet when a low and unfamiliar voice came from close beside me: "What do we have here then?" The criss-crossed canopy of bare branches above me prevented much moonlight from reaching through but the little that did reveal just a few bits of information about other person here with me. The voice belonged to a male, that much was certain, but his face was obscured. He was both taller and broader than me but, as a fully grown man, that was only to be expected. What wasn't expected though was the fact that this complete stranger was completely naked from the waist down. Aside from my own, and those in porn, this was the first hard cock that I'd ever seen. The available light seemed entirely focused on that one area of his body and I felt as if, from my vantage point on the ground, I could make out every last vein along his rather large shaft. "Mmm," he groaned out, his hand sliding back and forth over the cock above me, "A pretty boy dropped right into my lap." "I..." I started to speak but stopped as he dropped to his knees beside me and his other hand made contact with my face, his fingers up by my right eye and my jaw resting in his palm. "Such sexy lips," his thumb traced over my lower lip, moving back and forth. I wanted to pull away - to push his hand off my skin - but I couldn't move. Something inside of me was holding me in place and, even worse, when this unknown man applied just the slightest bit of pressure against my lips, I allowed him to push his thumb inside of my mouth. His skin slid over my tongue, the taste of him was now something I'd remember forever. "Suck, baby boy," his words were quiet, almost gentle, but it was clear that it wasn't a request but an order. Even now, I'm not quite sure what made me do it but, in that moment, I just obeyed and started to suck on his thumb. As I did, he slowly slid it in and out of my mouth, rubbing my own saliva over my lips. "Good boy," he moaned out, his cock throbbing in his hand as he did. "Give me your hand," he instructed me, which of course I then did straight away, and he took hold of my delicate fingers inside of his own much rougher and stronger hand. "Fuck... I think you're the prettiest boy I've seen in a long time," he told me as he brought my hand slowly towards the long piece of meat by my face and wrapped my skinny digits around it. As I said before, I'd been wanking for a little while now but feeling this man pulsing in my hand was not the same as touching my own cock. The size alone was a huge difference but it felt so unusual to have such heat radiating into my skin. "That's it," he said, as he began to push my hand up and down his shaft, "Wank my cock - wank my big fucking dick." He had almost growled those last words and, as he did, he started to push my hand faster. In the space of five minutes, I'd gone from searching for my lost dog to being laid on my back on the floor with a stranger's cock pulsating in my hand and sucking on his thumb as he pushed it in and out of my mouth. This was not what I'd ever expected to happen as a result of taking the dog for the walk. However, just because it was unexpected didn't mean that it was entirely unwelcome. For months, I'd dreamt about feeling another dick in my hands - the bigger, the better - and I soon started to slide this man's foreskin back and forth over his wet glands entirely on my own. "Good boy," his voice louder now, "You're such a good boy, aren't you? Such a good little boy. And so beautiful - a beautiful, little boy all for me." His words seemed to make his own cock even harder within my grasp. His thumb pushed deeper into my mouth and I gagged a little at the intrusion, which he seemed to love. "Fuck yeah - again, boy," and he pushed his thumb all the way inside again, causing yet another gag. "Oh yeah, they'd feel so good - those fucking lips - but there's just not enough time... fuck!" He took hold of my skinny wrist and sped up my movements again, the wet sounds of his cock and his panting were the only things that could be heard in the forest. "Open your mouth, boy," the command came but, in my daze, I just didn't react so he had to speak again, "I said open your fucking mouth!" Upon hearing his raised voice, I automatically complied and widened my mouth as far as I could, even sticking out my tongue. All I could see was his thick and veiny cock just inches away from me - anything beyond that was just a darkened silhouette against the moon. I felt something inside me, so deep, almost a... hunger for it. There was a genuine feeling of desire and I found myself trying to reach up for him with my tongue. Only the man's fingers, which were now intertwined with my hair, stopped me from tasting my first cock. "Fuck!" he cried out, "Such a fucking pretty boy! You're gonna look so fucking sexy all decorated with my spunk. You want it, don't you? You want this thick fucking load!" Words failed me and I just found myself nodding. "Course you do - what a nasty little slut you are - a dirty little boy just hungry for my cum." Within my fingers, I could feel his dick pulsing. His grip forced me to move faster and faster until my arm was aching from wanking his big uncut cock. It throbbed a few more times and then, as I heard him cry out above me, his spunk started to fly from the end of it. I'd only started to cum quite recently and was still at the point where my own loads were watery and pale. As a grown man, his were not. Each jet was full of his sperm and my thirteen-year-old face was coated in thick ropes of it: the heat against my skin contrasting with the cold night air. With my mouth open, several of the shots went straight inside. The salty flavour danced across my tongue as it slid down into my throat: this stranger's load entering my body for the first time. "Oh fuck," he was panting as he came down from the high of spunking all over a teenager, "Gorgeous - absolutely fucking beautiful." As odd as it may sound, his words actually made me feel quite pleased and I was definitely starting to blush. The mystery man slapped his cock against my face a couple of times, the spunk and my saliva causing a very wet sound when they collided. "Yeah... my mates would definitely like you," he muttered, almost to himself rather than to me. His hand in my hair relaxed and, as it did, I slumped backwards onto the floor, feeling the need to recover from my own experience much in the same way that he was recovering from his. There was a stillness between us for a few seconds before the man collected his trackies and tucked his softening cock away. Speaking only once more, he left me alone: a thirteen-year-old boy alone in the middle of the woods with his face and hair coated with spunk. Those last words made my own dick throb within the confines of my pants: "I'll definitely be seeing you again." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Email me: MaXXXie@protonmail.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you enjoyed the story and it turned you on, perhaps even made you shoot a hot load of spunk all over yourself. If it did, or you have any other feedback or ideas, or just want me to continue writing, drop me an email. Donate to Nifty if you can. It's such a fantastically useful resource to have!