Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2020 22:10:47 +0000 From: MaXXXie Subject: Discovering the Slut Within 3 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 continue the story. 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 Three - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For the rest of the day, it was all I could think about. Somewhere inside of me, thousands of my teacher's sperm were swimming around, exploring my body and becoming part of me. There was something just so... hot about that thought: a man I had known for several years had given me the chance to suck my first cock. I'd felt his thick, meaty dick throbbing inside of my mouth and swallowed every drop of cum that I could manage. Sure, some of it had drippled out - the collar of my shirt definitely had parts of his cum drying on it - but I'd swallowed so much. As I laid in bed, still wearing my uniform, I would have sworn that I could feel his load inside of me but I knew that, really, that was just my imagination. My five inches of teen cock had been hard all the way home and was now throbbing as I reached the sanctity of my bedroom. It knew what was going to happen next and had been desperately craving contact from the moment my lips touched Mr Jones' thick cock. I pulled my shirt up my body, exposing my skinny waist and emerging abs to the empty room. My hand slid straight down and into the top of my boxers whilst the other tried urgently to unbutton the front of my school trousers. Fingers wrapped around my pulsating dick just at the same moment as the button finally gave way and the front of my trousers burst open. I lay there: shirt lifted, tie thrown back over my shoulder, dick pulled through the front of my boxer-briefs and open in the air. My eyes closed tightly and all that filled my mind were more images of the two dicks that had consumed my every thought for the last twenty-four hours. As the slender fingers of my right hand started to pull my foreskin back and forth over the exposed head of my dick, I thought of the look of the stranger's cock as he had stood over me and of the thickness of Mr Jones' as it stretched my lips as wide as they could go. To both of these men, I'd submitted and been whatever they had wanted me to be: I'd shrugged off any and all inhibitions and given myself to them both as completely as they had been willing to take me. Spunk from both of them was now inside of me and I found myself moaning out more as I compared the memory of their tastes. Precum leaked from the head of my cock and trickled down my hand as I found myself wishing that I had more of their seed to taste on my tongue. Without thinking, I released my dick and brought my hand up to my mouth, licking the precum that I'd leaked. It wasn't the same - not by a long shot - but the brief taste was enough to sate my cravings in that moment. With my eyes still closed, I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, almost recreating that feeling of being full of Mr Jones' dick. In my mind, he was once again pushing it into me while one of my hands wanked my teen cock and the other played with my smooth balls. I was already getting close to the edge: my toes were curling in my grey school socks and the muscles in my legs were moving almost involuntarily. In my left hand, I could feel my balls tightening up against my body and, a few moments later, my shaft was quaking as a volley of cum fired out and all over my exposed abs. Normally, when I wank, I try to stay quiet unless I know I have the house to myself but, this time, I genuinely didn't care that my brother was home. I moaned, groaned, panted and just gave in to the feeling of spunking all over my teen body and school uniform. All that was important to me in that moment was my orgasm. The pleasure radiated through my body and was so intense that I actually found myself left dazed by it and, within a few moments of cumming, my eyes fluttered shut and I fell away. It was around an hour later that I awoke with my body in exactly the same state that I'd been in only now with the spunk drying on me. After a quick shower and changing into pyjamas, I head downstairs to find that my parents had arrived home and that Greg's boyfriend, James, had come round. The evening went by relatively quickly and the young couple and I ended up in the living room watching a film together. They were cuddled up on the couch whilst I took the comfy chair in the corner. Across the next hour, I'd become enthralled within the movie whilst Greg and James seemed more enamoured with each other. We were all interrupted by the burst of noise that came out of my phone. 'Unknown' was all that appeared on my screen so I had little choice but to answer it: "Hello." There was a reply but I couldn't hear it as my brother started talking: "Come on Sam - take it out. We're trying to watch the bloody film." Rising from the chair and heading out the door, I put my finger to my other ear and repeated the greeting, adding "What did you say?" The voice that replied was low and gruff and my brain, and dick, immediately recognised it: "I heard you've been a good boy for Mr Jones today, haven't you?" "How did you get my number?" I asked, goosebumps appearing across my skin. The voice just laughed at me: "I had your phone, lil Sammy. You'd be surprised what I know about you. I'll ask again: you were a good boy, weren't you?" "I... er... yes," I replied in a small voice. Just hearing this unknown man talking to me again was enough to send every bit of blood that I had straight into my thirteen-year-old cock: it was as hard as steel inside of my pyjama shorts. "You loved swallowing your teacher's spunk, didn't you? Just like you loved taking mine. You're such a good little cum-drinker." My face must have been bright-red and I could actually feel my body shaking as he spoke to me. I didn't reply - couldn't reply - but that didn't seem to matter to him. "You're going to be a good boy again soon. You need to go back to the park in an hour. A friend of mine will meet you there and I want you to make him very happy." I swear that I let out a little moan upon hearing his instructions but then my brain snapped back into gear. "I can't," I said, my voice shaking, "I... I'm grounded." For the briefest of moments, there was no noise but I could hear him breathing on the other side of the call. Then, nothing: he hung up on me. I didn't move for a good few minutes - my mind overwhelmed as a result of hearing his voice. I actually felt... bad that I hadn't been able to agree to what he had told me to do. It was almost as if I felt guilty, like I was somehow letting him down. Shaking it off, I went to go back into the living room but, as I opened the door, I was greeted with the sight of my brother and his boyfriend snogging on the couch. My dick was still straining in my shorts and I was feeling so insanely horny that, and I'm a little ashamed to admit this, I actually stood there and watched for a moment. I only turned away and left when I saw James slide his hand down into my brother's joggers. The rest of the evening saw me up in my room for what ended up being just me wanking myself into oblivion thinking about my teacher, the stranger and even, yes, my brother and his boyfriend. I shot so much spunk in just a few hours that I felt as if my balls were empty but my dick just wouldn't go down. I must have exhausted myself and I ended up fast asleep in bed by 9:30pm. "Oh Sam... you're a complete mess," my mum said to me, her voice showing concern. She was stood over me as I lay on the floor of my kitchen by the back door. The entire family were there - my parents, Greg and James, even my grandparents and they were all just looking down at me and shaking their heads in disgust. "Such a dirty boy," one of my grandmothers said, her voice thick with judgement. "More like a filthy slut," my brother's boyfriend said, while his hand absentmindedly pawed at the front of his trousers. "Yes, but at least he's a good one," that voice belonged to a new person and I turned to see my teacher, Mr Jones, at the door. He was entirely naked with his cock even larger than I remembered it: spunk was leaking out of the head and he gather up the droplets on his finger and held them out to me. "Oh he wouldn't, would he?" one of my family members said and then a gasp as I closed my lips around the man's finger and sucked the cum off as if my life depended on it. "Told you," James said, addressing my brother, "He's a total cumwhore." "Wow..." was all my brother said in reply. I felt the finger in my mouth change, becoming longer and thicker until my lips were so wide that they felt like they would rip. It wasn't a finger any longer - it was a cock, thick and powerful in my mouth. I moaned out, loving the feeling of having a dick once more. Sounds of judgement and scorn came from my family behind me. The noise was growing but all I could focus on was the amazing dick in front of me - it seemed to still be expanding and filling me more and more and more... My eyes shot open and I awoke, panting and covered in sweat. The room was dark except for the light of my phone - it took me a moment to realise that it was ringing and I reached out for it. 1:20am the time read as I answered the call: "Hello." "Wakey wakey, Sammy. My friend is waiting at your door - let him in." "What?" my half-asleep brain trying to make sense of this, "But... what?" "Go let him in now." The instruction was clear. "But I..." I didn't get more than the start of the sentence out before the man interrupted me. "In three minutes, he's going to start knocking. You can let him in now or he can wake your parents up - your choice." And, with that, the line went dead. Any part of me that still felt in any way asleep woke fully up straight away. Fuck. Someone was here at my house. My heart was pounding within my chest, both from fear and anticipation although I didn't know which one was greater. Barefoot, I crept out of my room and down the stairs, being very careful not the hit the ones that I knew creaked. My hands were shaking as I reached out towards the key in the lock and turned it but, as I opened the door, it was me who was surprised: there was nothing there. I found myself in my pyjamas staring out onto an empty street. Frozen on the spot, I didn't know what to do: the man had said that there was someone here - could it be that he had my address wrong and that there was some horny man stood outside some other unsuspecting family's house? And then it came. It was only a light sound at first - a tapping upon the glass - but to me it felt as if it echoed around the entirety of my home. My eyes widened as I spun around, looking out through the hallway and into the kitchen: the back door. The back outdoor light was on, illuminating the kitchen floor. There was a shape just outside - a shadow through the frosted glass - and then it shifted, raising a hand to knock again. I'm not sure I'd ever moved so fast in my life but my hand was on the handle and yanking the door open before he could make contact again. At the threshold to my home stood a man, perhaps in his early twenties, dressed in black adidas trackie bottoms and a plain non-descript hoodie. His brown hair was short, almost shaved, and his blue eyes were sunken back inside his head. His lips, thin and wide, stretched up into a smile that could better be described as a smirk. He was your typical chav - the sort found wasting time in front of any shop in the UK - and he wasn't particularly attractive but like all chavs he exuded some form of cockiness just from the way he stood. Of course, this could just have been amplified by the fact that, like everyone else, he was significantly taller than me. "Yeah," he said, his voice gruff from what I can only assume was years of smoking, "Just what I ordered - you'll do nicely." He walked forward and into my home, not bothering to close the door behind him, and his hands made contact with the hem of my pyjama t-shirt. Looking directly into my eyes, he lifted the material and, like the obedient boy I was becoming, I raised my arms as he removed it from my body and discarded it onto the floor. The chav moved closer, our bodies almost touching as his long thin fingers slid into the waistband of my shorts and stretched them wide, allowing them to fall from my body. I even stepped out as they reached my feet, leaving me completely naked and exposed whilst he remained fully dressed. Circling me, his eyes explored my body, taking in everything from my pert little arse to the teen cock that was now pulsing with excitement. Something about the way that he was appraising me, like an object he'd bought, left me practically leaking precum and nothing had even happened yet. "How old are you?" he asked. "Th... thirteen," my voice caught in my throat. "Really? Fuck, you don't look it - look like you're still in fucking primary school," he laughed and I blushed deeply, embarrassed. His first spoken command came next: "Knees." And, of course, I dropped. He completed his circle around me and I found myself face-to-face with a very impressive bulge in the front of his trackies. "Lick it," he said next and I reached up to lower his clothes but my hands were slapped away, "No... lick it." I moved forward and stuck out my tongue, making contact with the fabric. There was a heat coming through the material and I moved along the bulge, tracing the length of it with my tongue: it was definitely the largest cock I'd had contact with so far, although not as thick as Mr Jones'. His musky scent permeated through the trackies and caused my much smaller cock to throb once again. It wasn't long before the chav released his long, uncut meat and let me feel it properly against my skin. He laid it across my face and chuckled to himself at how much of me it covered. "Stick out your tongue," he commanded and I was rewarded with three slaps of his dick against my face. "You're eager, aren't you?" he said to me, "You really want this." I nodded, making a small moaning noise that I hoped he'd understand as yes. "Ask me." "Can... can I suck your dick... please?" For a moment, it didn't even register that that had been my voice but it must have been because my lips were soon stretching around the head of a man's cock for the second time that day. Mr Jones has been gentle, taking his role as my teacher, but this chav was not. There was no patience, no waiting, as soon as my lips formed a seal around the head of his cock, he immediately placed his hands on my head and started to pull me down his shaft. His inches filled my mouth and I quickly felt them hit the back of my throat. It started to spasm as I gagged on his cock. "Fuck yeah," I heard him above me, "Gag on my dick, you little slut." With his rough, calloused hands on my head, he forced me down further and I began to choke, my tight throat offering resistance to his efforts. My eyes were watering as it finally gave way and the head of his long cock popped into my throat. "Oh... fuck..." he groaned, "Tight as fuck..." Without warning, he pulled out of me completely, causing me to cough and saliva to leak from my lips across the bottom of my face - a small string still connecting my lips to his dick. "Here," he said, holding something small out in front of my face, "Sniff this." And I, with no idea what it was, obeyed immediately. The smell was very strong and almost straight away I felt a rush in my head - a fuzzy sort of feeling. "Again," he instructed and I breathed in deeply, "Good boy." My mouth fell open and, once again, I found it filled with cock as he took a couple of hits from whatever he'd given to me. This time, as he pushed down on my head, his uncut meat slid into me easier although I still choked and gagged. Whilst, at first, it had felt as if my throat was under attack, now the feeling of being full was almost... nice. I reached down towards my own cock, beneath which a pool of precum was forming, and started to wank my length. "No," he said as he noticed, "Not you." He nudged away my hand with his trainer and, once it was on the floor, placed his foot on top of it so I couldn't touch myself again. Then he secured his hold on my head and taught me what it felt like to get my throat fucked. This chav thrust his hips against my head, which he was now holding completely still, and forced his cock in and out of my teen throat - I could feel it pushing in again and again, stretching out my neck. The wet sounds of me gagging felt like they filled the kitchen and saliva and throat slime was now leaking out around his dick every time he pulled out of me. Between that and my eyes streaming, I must have looked like a complete and utter mess but I didn't care: he was loving it and that was all that mattered. "Choke on my dick you little fucking faggot," he sneered at me, "Look at you - on your knees for a fucking stranger. Such a fucked-up little whore." Every time he thrusted in, he took it that little bit further and I could tell that I was getting close to taking all of him inside of me. He pushed and my nose hit his pubes but there was some resistance - something stopped the last bit of his dick from being inside of me. Whilst trying not to gag too much, I attempted to relax my throat but it didn't work. Fortunately, he presented me with that same bottle and told me to take another hit. Sniffing deep, my eyes rolled back in my head and his cock lurched forward, burying its entire length deep within my thirteen-year-old throat. "Fuck!" he moaned out far louder than I'd have liked, "Such a fucking good boy." Once he'd managed to get all of his long chav cock inside of me, he began to fuck it all the way in and all the way out. I was choking, gagging, saliva pouring out of me and down my naked body. I'd given in completely and become nothing but a toy for his man to use and, what's more, he knew it. "Fucking take my cock - take it, you little bitch. Fucking schoolboy cocksucker loves having his throat reamed out. What a nasty fucking slut - dirty fucking cumwhore." As he got closer and closer to the edge, the verbal increased as did the speed of his thrusts and it was with an almost animalistic groan that he pushed all the way into me and started to flood me with his spunk. At first, his cock was so far inside of me that I couldn't taste it and, to be honest, there was a part of me that was disappointed with that and so relieved when he released my head and allowed me to pull back and feel his cum on my tongue. He didn't taste as nice as my teacher or the unknown man from the woods but I was learning to love the taste of spunk and I was grateful for the load. Pulling out of me, he slapped his cock against my face a couple more times, sending the last few droplets of his cum across my skin. "Perfect..." he muttered beneath his breath, "Such a good cocksucker - totally worth it." He pulled his trackies back up and over his cock and walked out of the house, leaving me on the floor: my face was a mess and my throat felt so raw but I just sat there, letting the experience of what had happened wash over me. It wasn't until a few minutes later when my phone buzzed that I snapped out of it. There was a message from an unknown number saying, quite simply, "Good boy," and I found myself smiling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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!