Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2020 00:40:22 +0000 From: MaXXXie Subject: Discovering the Slut Within 2 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 Thank you to everyone who took the time to email - it really means a lot and has definitely motivated me to get writing this second chapter much faster than I would have without that encouragement. 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 Two - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I'm not sure how long I laid there, flat on my back in the middle of the forest with a stranger's cum plastered all over my face and through my hair. That, of course, is not to mention the parts of his load that had shot straight into my mouth or skidded across my waiting tongue: those were now inside me and that was truly a very sexy thought to little thirteen-year-old me. I wasn't even thinking - not really - just taking time to... exist and to process what had just happened to me. How I should feel was obvious to me: disgusted, angry, used... but I didn't. I felt... happy. A sudden contact against my skin woke me from my daydream: Alfie had found me. The cheeky little pup had worked his own way back to me and was now laying over my right leg and looking terribly sweet and innocent. He didn't even flinch as I reached for his collar and attached the leash as to prevent him from disappearing once again. Getting up onto my feet, I realised that, although I'd finally found my dog, I had several much bigger problems now. First, I had no idea how to get back into the main part of the park and, even if I did manage to find my way, I had an unknown man's load decorating me with no way of actually washing it off before I arrived back home. Well, I did have one thought and did choose to act on it but, looking back now, it was kind of a stupid decision. Some of the man's cum had already landed on my grey school hoodie so I figured that it wouldn't make much of a difference if I used it to wipe off the rest of it from my face and hair. As soon as I slipped the fabric over my head, I immediately started to regret the choice: my bare torso was completely exposed to the night air and my little nipples hardened almost instantly. "Fuck," I muttered as I started to shiver, goosebumps appearing on my pale skin. Now, if I'd been clever about it, I could have used the inside of the hoodie to wipe and so put it back on and no-one would have noticed anything was wrong. Was I clever about it? No. As such, I ended up with cum stains all over it that would be extremely obvious to anyone who saw me on the way home and to my mum as soon as I got back into the house - I'd have to carry it instead. So there I was, a half-naked, thirteen-year-old boy who was stumbling through the forest, being pulled in various directions by my dog, as I desperately tried to find anything that looked even remotely familiar. I'm not going to bore you with how long it actually took me to get home but I feel that my mum's reaction will tell you everything you need to know. "Sam!" her voice screamed out as soon as the door slammed behind me, "Where on Earth have you..." She stopped mid-sentence as soon as she saw the state I was in. "Oh, I knew this would happen. You went off into the woods, didn't you?" she barely paused to take a breath let alone for me to answer, "I've been worried sick because you've been gone so long and now you turn up with your clothes absolutely filthy, Alfie's a mess and you don't even have the decency to apologise!" "Sorry," I burst in, "I didn't mean..." She held up her hand to silence me: "I don't want to hear it. I can only imagine that your hoodie is full of mud for you to be carrying it - take off the rest of your clothes and give them here." She reached out for the cum-stained bundle I was carrying in my hands. "No!" I cried out, a little too loud and she looked slightly shocked by my reaction, "I mean... I'll wash my things. It's not fair for you to wash them: I made them dirty." She looked me up and down. "Very well," she said eventually, "Oh and Sam, you're grounded." "Yes, Mum," I sighed as I started to strip off the rest of my clothes, leaving me in just my underwear. Fortunately, by that point, she'd turned around and walked back into the living room because I had a wet patch on the front of my pants from the precum I'd leaked back in the forest. To be perfectly honest with you, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I reached the kitchen door: sure, I was grounded but I'd got away without my mum finding out about what happened so, all in all, it was pretty positive. That was, at least, until my dad called out from his seat in the living room: "Sam, why didn't you answer your phone?" My phone hadn't gone off, had it? I didn't remember hearing it. Reaching for the front pocket of my hoodie, I soon realised why. I didn't have it anymore. Shit. Making up some excuse about it being on silent, I managed to deflect the question but there were no two ways about it: I'd lost my phone in the forest and I could only get away with pretending I still had it for so long. The following morning, I got up really early so that I could get ready for school and then head straight back to the forest to search for my phone. I was freshly showered, looking smart in my uniform (thin grey socks, smart black trousers, a white shirt, a logoed black blazer and blue tie with the school crest for those of you who might want to know) and was out of the house by 6am - a whole hour earlier than I would normally have been. Although, when I got to the park, I cursed myself for being so stupid: it was still pitch-black and I had no light source, no way of making my phone ring and exactly no way of actually finding it. I was reduced to just having a glance around near the edge of the wooded area and hoping that I'd come across it. As I'm sure many of you can guess, I didn't and so I had no choice but to head to school without it and try again later. School, for me, has always been alright. I do okay in lessons - I'm not the brightest by any means and I struggle sometimes but I'd say I'm around the middle of the pack rather than being right at the bottom. The teachers like me because I'm pretty well-behaved - I'm definitely not naughty enough to get into trouble. The day was a normal one: chatting with friends, completing work, etc. all the way up until my last lesson of the day. Towards the end of lunch, I'd been helping my Head of Year set up the hall for some event that was happening that evening - the teachers always picked me for stuff like that - but that meant that I was a little late for my last lesson of the day: History. Now, I wasn't great at the subject - it was one of my worst - but I'd always enjoyed the class. Mr Jones, the teacher, was really nice to me and seemed to actually enjoy spending time helping me when I found things more difficult, which happened in pretty much every lesson. It helped that he was an absolute stud. The man was a giant, standing at 6ft5 with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and beautiful blue-green eyes. Compared to my little frame, he was enormous and, actually, I really liked that about him. When he'd come over and work with me, I'd sometimes find myself staring at his muscly arms or breathing in his manly scent. As you can imagine, my teen cock had gotten very hard in History on more than one occasion. But it was nothing but a fantasy: even if he wasn't my teacher, I figured that he was straight and getting any girl he wanted. Opening the door, I made my way into the classroom and headed for my usual seat but was stopped in my tracks by a big hand on my shoulder. "Sam - late again, I see," Mr Jones began. "Sorry Sir. I was just..." "Thinking you were too important for my lesson?" he finished my sentence. I was stumped and started to stumble over my words: "N... no Sir... I... I..." "So you don't have a reasonable excuse and now you're wasting even more of everyone else's time - not the best start, is it?" His voice was low and his tone far more aggressive than I'd ever heard him be before. Even a few of the other students were glancing around at each other, surprised by how their usually 'happy-go-lucky' teacher was talking. "Get to your seat," and with that, he let go of my shoulder and I headed over to my desk on the front row. Given that History was a poor subject for me and that I was late to the lesson, it was pretty obvious that I was going to get stuck on what to do at some point so around five minutes after I'd sat down, my hand was up. Usually, Mr Jones would have rushed over and sat next to me in order to go over the task with me again but, this time, he just ignored me. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that he moved towards me. Instead of sitting down next to me, this giant of a man came up behind me and placed his muscly, hairy arms on each side of my book. As he lent over me, I could feel his gut pressing against the top of my back and I found myself being pushed down by him. "This is a poor attempt, Sam. You've come in late, argued back and then done practically nothing. What you have done is completely wrong. This is just unacceptable." A teacher had never spoken to me like this and, even at thirteen, I could feel my body starting to shake. The next thing I knew, my eyes were wet and a couple of droplets splashed onto the page of my book. "You can stop that right now - ridiculous behaviour. Enough of this, Sam. That's a detention for you - remain behind when everyone else leaves." A detention. I'd never, in my entire life, had a detention and now I'd been given one by the person that I thought was my favourite teacher. Fortunately for me, there were only five minutes left of the lesson and I managed to keep my head down and not attract any more attention. I didn't even look up when all of my classmates left. "You've been a bad boy, Sam," Mr Jones spoke quietly in a low voice as he walked over towards me, "a very naughty boy indeed." "I'm so sorry, Sir. I really am." He laughed as he placed something on my desk: "Don't be. I like naughty boys." Looking up, there on the desk, right in front of me, was my phone. The confusion must have registered on my face and I just looked up at him. "Come on, Sam. Get there..." he said impatiently. "But... but... you're not..." I started. There was no way that Mr Jones had been the stranger from last night. The teacher was far taller and broader for a start and given how much I've fantasised about it, I'd have recognised his scent. He laughed, a deep belly laugh, "No, I'm not. But he knew which school you go to, Sam, so he contacted me and, after playing with your phone a little, it didn't take long to work out which of my students had been slutting himself around in the woods last night: 1234 is not a good enough password." "You know," the giant in front of me carried on, "if I'd known what kind of boy you really were, I wouldn't have wasted my time with all those flirty little touches. I'd have just done what I'm about to do now on that very first day in year seven." Through his trousers, my teacher started to rub a very obvious bulge. Even compared to his big frame, I could tell that he was above average in length and definitely in thickness. I couldn't take my eyes off it, even when he wrapped his fingers in my ginger hair and... encouraged... me to get up from behind my desk and join him at the front of the room. "On your knees," commanded the man I'd been fantasising about since I joined his class. Of course, even here in the middle of a classroom, I obeyed. My heart was pounding in my chest with my eyes still fixed on the growing mass in front of me. It edged closer and I felt Mr Jones' hand slip from the top of my head down to the back. With no effort at all, he pushed and my faced was pressed into his bulge. The heat is what hit me first: it was as if this man's cock was radiating through the trousers and I felt every bit of it against my soft, teenage skin. Next came the scent. Fuck... if I'd thought that the smell of him normally had been exciting, what was hitting my nostrils now was intoxicating. Something deep within me latched on to that odour and, for a moment, I didn't know if I'd be able to move away even if I wanted to. "Do you feel what you do to me, Sam," my teacher said to me, "You've always done this to me: ever since I first saw you and those beautiful red lips of yours." I smiled and blushed deeply - I couldn't help it. "I know what they need - what you need. You need to tell me though, Sammy. Tell me what you need." His voice was deep, almost hypnotic. It swirled around in my mind, mixing with the scent and the heat: it was overwhelming. I wouldn't say no - couldn't say no. I opened my mouth and in a small voice just uttered one word: "Please." That must have been enough for Mr Jones because, the next thing I knew, there was no longer a sheet of fabric between my face and the object of my fantasies. I had been correct in my observations. Now that it was free, I could see that my teacher's cock was definitely above average for both length and girth. I mean, when he pushed it down and laid it across my face, it practically covered half of it. He was neatly cut and had a wide vein running along the underside. His voice came from above me, as if from the heavens themselves: "Use your tongue, Sammy. Taste me." I cannot describe the intensity of the feelings I experienced when my warm, wet tongue first caressed the underside of his huge cock. Words cannot do an experience like that justice. It was only amplified when I started to trail the vein with my tongue. He was moaning, his hand back in my hair and leading me up the length of his shaft until my tongue came across another taste: the slight saltiness of the precum leaking from his head. As soon as I felt it on my tongue, my tastebuds came alive and I knew that I needed more. "Good boy," I could hear my teacher say, "You're such a good boy, Sammy. And good boys love cum from men like me, don't they? Go on - you know what to do. Open wide." As far as I could, I stretched open my lips and, as my tongue reached his swollen glands, I took the head of Mr Jones' cock passed my young lips. "Fuck..." he groaned out as soon as he felt the warmth of his student's mouth, "That's right - good boy. Oh fuck, it's better than every single time I've imagined this." I wanted to agree with him but, with my mouth full of cock, it just came out as vibrations which made him moan even louder. "You've always looked so sexy in that uniform," he said to me, "and now you've even hotter with your lips stretched wide. Fuck, boy, it's like my cock belongs in your mouth, like it was always supposed to be there." And with that, I felt him begin to push on the back of my head. Through my digital explorations, I'd seen enough porn to know that I needed to suck on his cock and a lifetime of ice lollies had prepared me for this very moment. My lips and mouth were ready and I put them both to the best use that I could. I'm not going to pretend to you that I gave Mr Jones the best blowjob that he'd ever received: I'm not a moron. This was my first time sucking cock and my tiny mouth was stretched to capacity around my teacher's huge slab of meat but I did the very best that I could. This giant of a man took account of this too: this wasn't him attempting to face fuck a thirteen-year-old boy and causing me to throw up. No, he took it slow and let me get used to feeling the first few inches of his man cock sliding passed my lips and over my tongue. He was doing what he had always done: teaching me. With his hand always guiding me - controlling me - he fed me as much of his cock as my little mouth could handle, pushing just behind my limits and causing me to gag a little as his thick mushroom head hit the back of my throat. Every time, he'd tell me that I was a good boy and hold me there just a little longer. Despite my lips feeling like they couldn't open any further and my eyes watering, I'd push myself and take it for a little longer: I was desperate to please him. I'm not sure how long the whole thing lasted: I was lost in a world of cock. However, at some point, he took hold of both sides of my head; his huge hands covering me entirely. Holding me tightly, he started to pull me back and forth at increasing speed, causing half of his dick to fuck its way through my lips again and again. "YES!" he cried out loudly, "Fucking take it, Sammy. Take this fucking dick you little slut!" He was growling - deep and low sounds that vibrated around the room. "I'm close... fuck I'm close... get ready Sammy. Here it comes... take it... take my spunk!" His cock started to twitch and throb within my mouth and, as it did, he started to shoot. "Swallow, boy. Swallow it all." So I did, I started to swallow down as I felt and tasted his cum firing out of his huge cock and filling my mouth. My little cheeks were bulging with the volume and, no matter how much I swallowed, I couldn't keep it all inside of me. Little bits started to leak out of the sides of my mouth and slide down my chin, dropping onto my uniform. It felt like it was never going to end as rope after rope of thick, creamy spunk was fed to me by my teacher. But, eventually, he withdrew, milking the last few droplets out onto my waiting tongue. When he was done, he looked down at me and smiled: "Say thank you, Sam." "Thank you, Mr Jones." "Good boy," he said whilst stroking my hair, "Off you go home - take your phone with you." And with that, I left school with my favourite teacher's load swimming around inside of me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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!