Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2018 21:54:25 +0000
From: Danny Writer <omgdannywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Downloading Grindr - Chapter eleven

Hello everyone. I'm new to writing stories, at least ones that are read by
other people, so any feedback would be appreciated. You can email me at
omgdannywriter@hotmail.com and I've set up a tumblr as well at
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recently so I hope you enjoy the content there too).

All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story
are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of
18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are
offended by the idea of a 17-year-old boy discovering his sexuality with
other teens and men. In Callum's world, bareback sex with multiple
different men doesn't lead to diseases. In the real world, always be
careful and take whatever precautions you need to.

Thank you so much for all the emails and messages on tumblr about the story
so far. It's so motivating to hear how much you're enjoying it and it
really inspires me to keep going. If you have any suggestions, please let
me know and I'll try to write them in.

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Chapter 11 of Downloading Grindr

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! 15 minutes ago, I'd been getting my hot
twink hole filled with a load of thick white spunk from the delivery man
who had spent the previous hour opening my throat and arse with a variety
of dildos. Now, I was stood at the top of the stairs trying desperately not
to make a single sound given that my 20-year-old brother had just come home
for a surprise visit from university. To make matters worse, I was carrying
a box with two dildos inside and had a hole that was all puffy and sore
after taking another rough pounding from another hung guy. Oh, and don't
let me forget the fact that one of the toys that had been forced inside me
was actually still downstairs in the fucking living room!

"Hello? Anyone here?" my brother Jake called from the doorway. I was
completely still. As far as I could see, I had two main choices. Either I
could stay here as silently as possible and hope that Jake didn't come
upstairs or I could rush back to my room. Going downstairs and getting the
discarded toy wasn't a choice and neither was calling out to let Jake know
that I was here, not least because I should have been at school at this
time! Running to my room was the safer choice but doing so would have made
too much noise and alerted Jake to me being here so I had no choice but to
stay as quiet and as still as possible.

To say that my heart was pounding in my chest would have been an
understatement. I could literally feel the blood rushing around my body
with every beat; the sound filled my ears as I tried to listen out for
Jake's next movements. There was the sound of his shoes on the wooden
hallway floor but I couldn't tell if they were getting closer or further
away. That's when I finally caught a break - the sound of gravel underfoot
hit my ear. He must have turned and gone back outside!

Knowing that he shouldn't be able to hear me now, I crept back to my
room. The floorboards creaked under my bare feet but I had anticipated that
and hoped that my brother was far enough out of earshot to miss these clues
to my presence. That feeling of relief as I closed my bedroom door behind
me was near overwhelming and I sank down to the floor. There was still the
matter of the red dildo but at least I wouldn't be caught naked with torn
underwear and a used and cum-filled teenage hole. I'm not quite sure how my
brother would have reacted to that but I doubt it would have been
positively.

From my sunken position, I could hear the outside door slam shut and
movement on the floor below. Then there was nothing. I couldn't tell
whether my brother had left or whether he was still here and, if he was, I
couldn't tell which room he'd be in so I had no choice but to stay in my
own room. I'd miss sixth form but I guess I'd have to deal with the
consequences of that later.

Standing up, I put the box on my bed and walked over to the full-length
mirror next to my wardrobe. My hair was a mess again and the evidence of
sucking on those dildos was all over my face - I did love giving a sloppy
blowjob even if it did smear saliva and other stuff all around my
face. Turning around, I admired the delivery man's handywork. The boxers
had been completely torn open. I'd have to throw them away without mum
seeing - could you imagine the number of questions she would have about why
the back of my underwear was missing, giving open access to my little twink
bum? Speaking of which, I bent slightly and arched my back to push my arse
out towards the mirror. Hidden between my cheeks, I could see my sexy
little hole. It was red now and a little puffy from the abuse it had just
received: wet too from the hot load that had been pushed so deep inside me
that it was only now starting to leak out.

I've never had a huge amount of self-confidence. In fact, I'm that boy
that, if complimented, will deny that I have any sort of positive physical
attribute. I thought that I was ugly and that no-one would find me
attractive but that was all changing. Looking at myself in the mirror,
exposed like a dirty little slut, I was beginning to see everything that
these boys and men who have been using me see. I was starting to understand
why they found me attractive, why they wanted to be inside me, hell, why
some of that had to be inside me so bad that they just took control and
made it happen like the delivery guy today or the Uber driver last
week. When I had made the decision to follow the path that getting started
on Grindr had set out for me, I knew that I would have a lot of fun being
sexual with all these guys but I never imagined that I'd grow so much in
confidence as well.

The temptation of seeing my little pucker all wet and red was too much and
I had to know how that cum felt inside me. Getting down on all fours gave
me the opportunity to see my hole really start to open up and I moved one
hand under my body and up passed by dick which was still being held
securely by the front of my ripped underwear. I moaned softly as my long
middle finger came into contact with my well-fucked pucker and even more so
when I started to push it inside me.

The tip slid into my cum-filled boy hole without too much effort; the
dildos and thick cock of the delivery guy had made sure that I was left
nice and open now. Immediately, I noticed the warmth that surrounded my
finger as my arse gripped it. Even after taking a huge dick, the walls of
my little bum were determined to massage whatever it was being pushed into
me. When my middle finger reached the first knuckle, I felt a wetness. It
was warm but not as hot as everything else inside me and I knew that this
must be the load of spunk that I was currently carrying in my body. I
wiggled my finger around and could feel more of the substance starting to
move inside me.

With a small popping sound, I removed my finger and marvelled as I saw, in
the mirror, thick white cum start to leak out of me and down into the
fabric of my ripped boxers. My finger was coated in the stuff as well and I
brought it to my face so that I could see it better. This man had shot a
huge load when he fucked me and it looked amazing as I played with it
between my finger and thumb. Of course, I'd never waste spunk so, when I
was done inspecting it, I had no choice but to slide my fingers into my
mouth and lick them clean. He tasted exactly as I thought he would: manly
and strong.

Playing with my hole like that had just excited me more. I know what you're
thinking: Callum, you've just taken a big cock inside you, aren't you
satisfied? Well the answer is no! If you know nothing else about me then,
by now, you should know that I'm never satisfied - I'm a slut!

I got to my feet and carefully lifted up the full-length mirror. Bringing
it over to my bed, I slipped off my boxers and I laid down with one leg
either side of the mirror. My cock looked huge in the reflection; it was
standing at full mast and the head was wet from all the precum that had
started to leak out of it. For a few moments, I just watched my reflected
self work my cock but that wasn't what I needed. I lifted my legs up and
pulled them back, exposing my little hole as I reached for one of my new
toys.

Now, I've mentioned how I did gymnastics as a kid and, once again, it was
coming in useful for my life as a twink slut. I watched myself in the
mirror as I held my legs up in the air and moved the dildo to my open hole.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned out as the toy slid passed my ring and into my teen boy
hole. The sensation of my pucker opening back up and stretching again to
accommodate the fake cock was amazing and sent shivers running through my
body. It only grew more intense as, inch by inch, I slid the dildo into
me. I'd never noticed this reaction in me before but, as the toy penetrated
me, the mirror image of me bit down on my bottom lip and the expression on
my face was one of both significant pleasure and pain at the same time. My
whole body looked to tighten and the muscles in my torso grew more defined
as I pushed the toy into me.

I was in no rush and decided to take my time now. Slowly, I removed the
dildo, taking more than 20 seconds to edge it out little by little. I just
stared at my hole in the mirror as it changed around the fake dick and then
how it remained open, just a small amount, when I eventually removed it. I
spent the next few minutes giving myself a long, slow fuck with deep and
steady strokes in and out. Doing this meant that I could feel every single
inch inside me and appreciate that sensation of being full.

I was fascinated by what I saw. I understood, there and then, why people
film themselves having sex and watch it back. I'd never seen how... cute I
looked when I had something inside me. I'd never seen the expressions I
pulled or how encouraging they were to the guy using me. Fucking myself
with this dildo, and watching every second of it, was like an explosion in
my mind. Suddenly, connections were being made and I knew that
understanding myself more was the key to having even better sex than that
which I'd been enjoying up until now.

I started to speed up in my movements. My left hand took hold of my teenage
cock, the surface already wet from precum, and started to wank it in
strokes to match the way my right hand was working over my hole with the
dildo.  "Yes... oh fuck yes..." little moans and uncontrollable gasps were
coming out of me at an increasing rate. I was still trying to be quiet
given that there was a chance my brother was home but I was quickly
approaching the point where I wasn't sure I even cared if he caught me: the
pleasure was just too much.

That's when I heard it: a loud moan coming from the floor beneath me. It
shook me from my sexual state and I paused, dildo still firmly lodged
inside me, and listened for a moment.  "MMMMMM FUCK!"  There it was again
but this time there was no mistaking it; that was my brother's voice!
Slowly, I pulled the toy out of me, immediately feeling empty as I did, and
moved onto my bedroom floor.

Now, some of you will remember that I said my parents had done a pretty
decent job soundproofing my room when they had converted the attic. So, you
can imagine just how loud this moaning had to be for it to come up through
the floor from Jake's bedroom below. I placed my ear to the floor and
listened for a little while. There was no confusing it for anything else:
my brother was in his room and working his own dick right now.

I wish I could tell you that I ignored that was happening and just got back
to my own stuff or distracted myself with something else. I wish I could
tell you that I even struggled to make a decision as to what to do
next. Unfortunately, I can't say either of those things because they are
fundamentally untrue. I can't even tell you that I entertained the thought
of not going downstairs and investigating. Within seconds of realising that
those sounds were the moaning of my big brother, I was dressed in a new
pair of loose fitting boxers and a t-shirt and closing my door quietly
behind me.

I edged slowly down the stairs, avoiding all of the creaky ones on the way,
and could see that Jake's door was open part way. From the bottom of my
stairs, I couldn't see anything and knew that I'd have to get closer if I
wanted to see what he was doing. At this point, I did nearly bottle it and
slink back to my room but I didn't: the fantastic and intriguing sounds
coming out of my brother's mouth made sure of that.

With each step towards his door, my heart quickened and, by the time I
reached there, I was shaking like a leaf. If my brother caught me then I'd
be in so much trouble. However, when I peered through the gap in the
doorway, I realised that I need not have worried.

Jake was laid upon his bed with his eyes screwed up tight and a pair of
headphones on. He was clearly listening to some kind of music - I could
have run up and down the corridor and he still wouldn't have heard me. The
reasons for the moans was revealed very quickly. You see, Jake wasn't under
the covers of his bed, nor did he have a single item of clothing on. No, my
big brother was completely naked, laid back relaxing and wanking his cock
as if this was the last time he'd ever get to do so.

"Fuck yes!" he moaned, "You love my cock, you little slut. Suck on my big
dick!" he shouted out to no-one. He wasn't lying either: his cock was
fucking massive! I struggled to get a truly clear view from where I was and
I dare not move in closer but it looked to be at least 8 inches and it was
nearly as thick as my wrist. He was uncut, like me, and had obviously spent
years perfecting his technique as he was jerking his dick like a pro.

Immediately upon seeing this beautiful sight, my cock sprung back to life,
having softened slightly with my nervous at approaching Jake's door. I
couldn't help it and I automatically pulled it out through the fly of my
boxers. I crouched there, open mouthed and staring at my brother's big
cock, and began to wank my own. It wasn't long before I was matching his
speed stroke for stroke. The only difference was that I had to try and
control my moaning and he wasn't trying to do that at all. I was biting my
lips to stop myself from crying out and he was saying the nastiest things
to whatever slut he was imagining. Based upon what he was saying, he knew
exactly how to treat sluts.

I continued watching as his second hand moved down between his legs and
starting to pull at his balls, in the same sort of way that I pull at
mine. This was fascinating and I found myself wondering whether, as
brothers, we enjoyed the same things and had the same sensitivities. From
my crouched position, I mimicked his movements and began to tug at my own
cum-filled balls. Already, I could feel them tightening up, which I guess
wasn't surprising given that I'd been pounded by fake and real cocks this
morning and still hadn't shot my own load.

"Mmmm, hell yeah!" he shouted out, his eyes still screwed up as he worked
his huge cock faster and faster, "I'm getting close, you ready bitch? Yeah,
you're ready. You're always fucking ready!"  Hearing him talk like that was
turning me on so much - it reminded me of how all of the man I'd been with
had treated me and how much of a slut I'd become. My balls pulled back
towards my body and my cock started to pulse. This was it. There was no
holding back now. Right here, right now, watching my brother work his own
big dick, I was about to shoot my teenage load all over his doorframe.

And shoot I did. Fucking hell, it was a huge load and I mean huge! Thick
and creamy cum coated my hand, my cock, the doorframe in front of me, my
boxers. It was literally explosive. That wouldn't have been a problem if
I'd been by myself, hell I'd have just been impressed by how much I'd shot,
but I wasn't by myself. As I began to come down from my own high, I noticed
that Jake had shot his own spunk at the same time as me and he was now just
panting, laid upon his bed. I knew it wouldn't be long before he at least
looked towards the door and saw me there so I had no choice but to scarper
as quickly as I could. I cleaned up what I was able to but there were
definitely remnants of my teenage cum on his doorframe and carpet and fuck
knows if he'd actually found the dildo I'd left downstairs or if it was
still there, waiting to be discovered.


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