Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2020 21:58:29 +0000 From: MaXXXie Subject: Discovering the Slut Within 4 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. Genuinely, the more people who get in contact, the more eager it makes me to write the next chapter: I love hearing from you with your feedback, your stories and everything else you wish to share with me. Thank you so much. 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 Four - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next day brought the start of the weekend, which was good as I slept through well into the late morning after my night-time adventures. Once I'd woken from what could only be described as very pleasant dreams, I jumped out of bed immediately: I wanted to be ready for the next contact which I was anticipating would come very soon. In the shower, I made sure to give myself a thorough clean and I picked out a nice outfit and styled my usually messy hair. It was more care than I'd normally take in my appearance but, well, I had a reason now. Or, at least, I thought I did. There was no further contact that day, nor the next. I'd tasted the cum of three different men all within a period of around twenty-seven hours. There had been a transformation within me - an unleashing - and now I was consumed by the craving for spunk. It was all I could think about no matter what I was doing. For hours, I'd stare at my phone, desperately hoping that it would ring and that the unknown man would, once again, call upon me to service one of his friends or, perhaps, even himself. But there was nothing - no messages, no calls, no indication that what had happened was even going to continue. Maybe this was it - he was done with me and there would be no more: I'd have to go on knowing what I was missing out on having only dipped my toe into the waters of man on boy sex. "So what?" you might say, "Just go see Mr Jones at school on Monday." Well, that would be an excellent suggestion if school hadn't just broken up for a two-week holiday over the Christmas period. There was no way for me to reach him and get another taste of that beautiful, thick cock. For a little while, I contemplated going back out to the park and just hoping that I'd bump into the man who had first introduced me to sex but I was still grounded. Quite honestly, although I was craving cock in a bad way, I was still more worried about what my parents would do if they caught me sneaking out. So I was stuck: a young teenager with a desire to suck cock and no way of fulfilling it. At first, I threw myself into the world of porn and wanked myself into frenzy in the hope that this would sate my horniness. Although I got off several times, it did nothing to quell the deep desires that I had for the real thing. In fact, I was pretty sure that, now I'd experienced sex, porn was never going to be the same again. In the end, I had to turn away from it and ignore the steel rod inside of my pants because stroking it only seemed to make it worse. The low point of the weekend was when my brother's boyfriend, James, came round for Sunday dinner in the late afternoon. Now, objectively, I'd always known that the twenty-year-old was a good-looking guy with his blond hair, bright-blue eyes and a facial structure that made him look almost elven. However, after everything that had happened, things were different now. When I saw him, I didn't just see my brother's partner of the last three years. No, I saw what he could be: a man making use of my cocksucking lips or tight throat. A man who could feed me another load of spunk - a new taste for me to savour. I cannot adequately convey to you just how guilty I felt for the thoughts that were dominating my mind. Within my imagination, and quite beyond my control, I saw myself on my knees in front of this man and drawing out his cum from what I imagined were two very big, heavy, spunk-filled balls. Even at the dinner table, the fantasy version of me was crawling beneath the wood and choking on his cock whilst he and the rest of my family ate together. Hell, a couple of times, his leg brushed against mine and I was on so much of a hair-trigger that I nearly creamed my pants simply from that physical contact. As the evening drew on, I had to go upstairs to my room and leave the rest of the family downstairs: I just couldn't stop looking at James. In all honesty, there was a part of me that didn't actually trust myself to recognise where the fantasy in my head ended and reality began. After all, all of my experiences so far had felt like fantasy so who's to say that the sexy blond didn't want me to crawl over to him across the living room floor and to give him a blowjob in front of my brother and my parents? Fuck... all of the spunk I'd taken must have been corrupting my mind because there was one especially rock-hard part of me that actually thought that doing that would have been a great idea. Before I reached my room, I had to pass my brother's and it was then that I allowed myself to give in to temptation just a little. His door was open and there, on the floor near the bed, was a pair of red and white boxer-briefs. The question was: did they belong to my brother, Greg, or to his boyfriend, James? My mind went into overdrive in what I'm going to say was an investigation to try and determine who had been wearing that underwear. In reality, I think I was just trying to justify to myself why they had to be James' and, thus, why I should walk right in there and take them. In the end, that's exactly what I did. I mean, after all, my brother only wears proper boxers - the baggy kind - so these must have been James', right? It made perfect sense that there was a pair on my brother's floor - he slept over sometimes and surely, he must just have left them there, don't you think? Once I was alone in my room, I brought the stolen material up to my nose and I breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of a man again. It was musky as fuck and my teen cock was throbbing at the thought of this pouch being stretched out by James' dick. In my mind, I imagined it was girthy, uncut and that he'd precummed loads into these very boxers. Stripping naked, I laid down on my bed and placed the red and white boxer-briefs over my face. Whilst my hands moved down over my abs to take hold of my raging cock, I thought about being pushed into James' crotch and being forced by him to take in his scent and feel the heat of his dick against my soft skin. The scent was driving me crazy and I was already leaking so much precum before I'd even started to wank. For the next twenty minutes, I edged my cock, teasing it just enough to keep me at the brink of horniness whilst not enough to tip me over into an explosion. With the pants draped over my face, I concentrated on taking in and memorising that scent - that true expression of my brother's boyfriend's manliness. My muscles spasmed involuntarily and, like every time I wank, my toes stretched and scrunched of their own accord. My left hand teased my smooth ball sack, gripping and lightly squeezing my balls, almost pulling them away from my body in a way that had me moaning out on that fine line between pain and pleasure. When I couldn't resist any longer, I pulled the boxer-briefs from my face and wrapped them around my cock, the thin material between my hand and my foreskin. It turned me on so much to imagine that the thing that had cradled James' twenty-year-old dick was now in contact with my own. In my mind, it was like we were rubbing our cocks together with each pulse and throb in one being felt through the other. Then, in one glorious moment, we both let loose our loads together and I seeded his underwear with my teen spunk. Once I came down from that amazing high, I did have a momentary panic: there was no way that I could just put the boxer-briefs back from where I'd stolen them. I mean, I could have done but the white cum stains may have just been a little conspicuous. Even though it would have turned me on greatly to imagine James putting these back on after I'd loaded them up, I just couldn't run that risk and so hid them down the side of my bed where I hoped no-one would find them. The next morning, I awoke to find the house empty. That made sense - my parents needed to go to work and my sibling was probably out with James somewhere seeing as his uni had broken up for Christmas in the same way that school had for me. My very first instinct was the check my phone to see if I'd been called or texted but there was nothing. I sat and stared at that last message - "Good boy," - for a good five minutes just willing there to be an update from this mysterious stranger but my efforts were in vain. It had been three days now and I was starting to think that maybe he'd just moved on from me. I didn't bother to dress. Hell, I didn't even bother to shower. I just pulled a pair of fresh boxers on, slipped my dressing gown over my bare skin and decided that I was going to spend the day like that. After all, it wasn't like I had anywhere to go or anything to do, was it? The next couple of hours were spent with me lounging around on the sofa and killing time on my PS4. That was, at least, until the front doorbell rang. There was no-one that I was expecting so I went to the curtains and pulled them slightly across so that I could see who had rung. There was man - an unfamiliar one - who looked to be in his early thirties and was, to use a British expression, built like a brick shithouse. This stud looked to be muscle built upon muscle upon muscle, at least as far as I could make out. "Oh fuck yes," I said to myself, "It's about time!" This man had clearly been sent here for me and I was absolutely gagging for it - this was going to be amazing. I practically ran to the door, the rope on my dressing gown loosening as I did. As I opened the door, I felt the cold air rush in against my exposed body and a little shiver travelled up from my toes all the way to my neck, although whether that was from the cold or just sheer excitement, who could tell? "Alright lad?" he said, a thick Geordie accent coming from this muscled god in front of me, "Ya mam says ya showers fucked like. You're expecting me?" Perfect - a clever ruse to deceive any noisy neighbours. After all, it wasn't like the unknown man could just keep sending people here without them at least looking like they had a reason. Doing that would just make people suspicious and could end up with everyone finding out about what I'd been doing. No-one would take issue with a plumber coming to fix a shower and the man definitely looked the part with how he was dressed. "Oh, yeah definitely expecting you," I said with a sly wink, "Why don't you come in?" I was loving this idea and decided that I wanted to push myself and get as into it as I could - it was time for me to take a more active role with the men that were coming into my life and who doesn't love a bit of roleplay? As he stepped across the threshold, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of the guy. He was an absolute fucking hunk - short hair, chiselled features and he looked as if he could break me in half without even trying. "Where... erm... where do you want me?" I asked, trying my best not to just melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. He laughed and then looked at me with a slightly confused expression: "Well, probably ya mam's bedroom, pet." "Oh... nice..." I whispered under my breath and I set off in front of him with him following me up the stairs: this kinky fucker wanted me in my own parents' bed. With him behind me, and hopefully checking out my bum as I tried my best to wiggle it for him, we made our way to my parents' bedroom and he moved over to the ensuite bathroom door. "So, Mr Plumber," I said, keeping the roleplay going, "Do you want my help?" I placed my hand on his arm and, fuck me, it was like sparks flew through me the moment my skin made contact with his. The man was like rock - I bet he could pick me up as if I were nothing and, I'll admit, the thought sent my little teen cock into overdrive. "You're a'right, little man," he said, his eyes giving me a once over, "I'll get sorted here, like, nah bother. You can go, ya know?" He gestured at what I was wearing before turning back towards the ensuite. Hurrying from the room, I headed straight to mine, excited for whatever he was going to be setting up. Maybe this was going to be the first time I got to try some of the more adventurous things I'd seen in my brother's porn stash. Oh fuck, maybe that bag he'd brought in was full of toys or ropes or something equally as kinky. Right, focus Sam, he said I needed to go sort my clothes out but what would he want me in? I spent a good few minutes running through the various options. I could dress up for him and put on a really nice outfit but that seemed like a waste of time if I was just going to take it off again. Perhaps my school uniform - I'm sure that both Mr Jones and the unknown man had been turned on by the reminder of my schoolboy status - but my mum had already put all of the worn uniform in the wash and she'd be suspicious if I suddenly had another dirty shirt to wash when I wasn't at school. For a few seconds, I even considered slipping on James' cum-stained boxer-briefs but, with my short and skinny frame, there was no way that they would even stay on me long enough to make it back to my parents' bedroom. In the end, I decided that there was only really one suitable option and, though it was pushing myself a little, I thought it would be quite effective. And so I found myself completely naked and approaching the 'plumber' who was now bent over and fiddling with some pipes beneath the bath. He was clearly taking this roleplay quite seriously although I hoped he knew how to put back everything he'd moved - I didn't want to have to explain that to my parents. "I'm here to help," I said as I placed my hand on the side of his hip. He didn't move and simply said: "It's a'right lad, I got it." My fingers lightly traced up and down his hip: "But I really want to help you, Mr Plumber..." "For fuck's sake, kid, I'm trying to do a job here. What exactly do ya..." his voice caught in his throat as he actually looked at me for the first time since I'd returned. "Oh..." his voice suddenly quiet, "I see. Ya one of those, ain't ya pet?" "One of those?" I asked. He rose to his feet and started to move towards me: "Aye... a middle-class faggot desperate for a bit of rough to fuck 'im up. Been a while since I've played with a lad - not touched one since before I was married - but I reckon it's about time, eh pet?" I nodded my head, suddenly struck silent by the sheer size of the man as he advanced towards my vulnerable and naked body. The stud took hold of my hand and brought it to the zip on the front of his overalls. Guiding my hand down, we revealed that his chest looked exactly like I hoped it would: muscle-bound and covered in hair. This man was daddy as fuck! His right hand wrapped around the back of my head and I was pull forward, my face only reaching his chest. In fact, I had to move up onto tiptoes to obey his first command and kiss his nipples. It was something I'd never done before but the 'plumber' was really into the idea of having me worship his body. With my soft lips pressed against his pec, I sucked on his left nipple, lapping at it with my tongue which elicited groans from the giant. With his heavy hands, he guided me over to the other and then slowly down his body. He ordered me to lick and kiss each muscle on the way down until I was sat on my parents' bed, my mouth at the right height to take what I'd been craving for the last three days. It wasn't until he pushed his overalls all the way down that I realised that I was going to have a huge problem. When I say huge, I don't mean the length - that was around an average size - but this muscle-god had the thickest cock I'd ever seen. I mean, it was like coke can thick all the way from the head to the base. "Touch it, pet," he instructed after I'd sat there staring with my mouth open for a good half-a-minute, "Ya know you want it." My slender fingers made contact with the hot skin and it soon became clear that one hand was not going to do - I couldn't close my fingers around it, not even close. "Oh fuck..." he groaned, "Looks proper fucking huge in your little hands - go on, it'll need two." I wrapped both of my hands around this monster of a cock and started to work the foreskin back and forth over the swollen glands. With every effort I could muster, I tried desperately to take the head of his cock into my mouth but my lips just wouldn't stretch far enough. Instead, I lapped at the slit on the head, drinking down the precum that he'd begun to leak. "Mmm," the growl came from above me, "Looking so fucking lush like that, lad. Go on - work it." The huge meat was throbbing in my hands - I started to move faster, gripping a little tighter and trying a slightly circular motion with my wrists. It seemed to work and the noises coming from him grew both louder and deeper. My tongue was working its way almost inside of his cock and the precum tasted so fucking delicious. But it wasn't enough, I needed to give it another go. With everything I had, I tried once again to stretch my lips around the bulbous head. A little went in, then a little more. Just when I thought that my mouth was going to actually rip, the head pushed all the way inside. "FUCK YES!" he cried out, the sound reverberating around the room, "FUCK! Even my wife can't do that!" For a moment, I was proud but then panic set in when I realised that the flared nature of the head meant that his cock was actually stuck inside of my mouth. My lips would have to widen again in order to pull it out and I couldn't make them do it. There was no other choice but to suckle on his giant's dick and hope that, once he'd cum, the size would be more manageable. With my tongue, I tried to circle around the head but it was filling so much of my mouth that I could only slide it along the bottom while my hands continued to work his generous foreskin over the shaft. This man was different to the others in that his hands had left me completely. He wasn't forcing me down or controlling the speed - he was expecting me to do all of the work and to earn his load. Of course, I did exactly that. His grunts and growls increased and I knew that it wasn't going to be long before I was rewarded with the taste of another man's seed. The shaft pulsed against my fingers and my lips as the spunk flew up it and straight into my mouth. It took seconds for him to fill up what little space there was left with the swollen head inside me and, with my lips forming a perfect seal, I had to swallow as quickly as I could as nothing could leak out. But it just kept on shooting out of him. For a moment, I genuinely thought that I was going to drown in his spunk. What a way to go: "Here lies Sammy Lewis - he drowned in cum, what a fucked-up little boiwhore." Fortunately for me, once he'd cum, the thickness of this giant's cock did lessen and I was able to pull off of it, lapping up any leftover traces of cum so that I could savour his taste now that I wasn't having to swallow it in order to survive. "Good lad," he said, his voice softer now, "You're enjoying that jizz, aren't ya pet?" "Yes... oh fuck yes..." I was shocked at just how eager I sounded. What happened next took me completely by surprise. Until now, when the man had shot his load, the experience had ended but, this time, he didn't just get up and leave. With his strong hands, he pushed me backwards onto the bed and got down onto his knees in front of me. "Fucking lush little dick here, lad," and with that, I felt a tongue against my own swollen cock for the very first time. I couldn't believe it - this god of a man was now wrapping his tongue around the head of my thirteen-year-old cock and it was all I could do to stop myself from cumming immediately. He must have sensed this and he pulled away, taking hold of my legs and putting them over his shoulders. In this position, I was so exposed and could feel the cool room air on my tiny virgin boihole. He offered me his middle finger and told me to suck on it, getting it nice and wet. Of course, I did it and I was glad I salivated all over it because, mere moments after it left my mouth, it was pressing against my little hole. There was a moment of resistance and then it forced its way into the velvet tightness of my most intimate space. "Oh my god!" I cried out, as I was penetrated for the very first time, "Fuck..." "You're like a fucking vice on my finger... shit lad, this is the tightest thing I've ever felt." I moaned loudly, unsure I could even construct a sentence. My hands reached out and pulled on the sheets as he slid more of his thick digit into me. My dick was spasming as my boihole was stretched open. I could feel him moving inside of me - it was the most intense thing I'd ever felt. At least, it was until he wrapped his lips around my teenage cock and started to suck me at the same time. It took seconds and, to be perfectly honest, I'm not ashamed of it. Fuck any of you who judge me but I'm a thirteen-year-old boy who is being both sucked and fingered for the very first time. I challenge any of you to survive that for more than a few minutes before losing every bit of spunk from within your balls. It was so euphoric: I could feel the cum travelling up my shaft and pumping into his mouth. He moaned around the head which just made the sensation even more pleasurable. It was then, after leaking the last few droplets out of my cock, that I was completely overwhelmed. My eyes rolled back in my head and, a few seconds later, I passed out on the bed. When I came too, the room was empty and there was a note left upon the bed next to me: "Tell ya mam that the shower's working now. We'd said it'd probably be closer to two-fifty but tell her she can just send over a hundred seeing as you were so helpful." Hold on... so... he was actually a real plumber. What the fuck?! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Email me: MaXXXie@protonmail.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The time is coming soon for Sam to lose his virginity and I'd love to hear how you think it should happen and who you think it should be with. I hope you enjoyed the story and it turned you on, perhaps even made you shoot a hot load of spunk all over yourself. 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