Catfished

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This will make more sense if you read Catfished first, but who am I to tell you what to do when you just want to jerk off?

Previously in the dark, deserted city park:

"If I didn't have this fucking condom on, I would love to spray the inside of your ass. But I'm pulling out now because I'm gonna fucking cum!"

He moved like he was possessed. He pushed my legs apart and straddled my chest as he fought to get the rubber off. Just in time, he got about six inches away from my face and started to shoot. Oh to be young again. He unleashed a dozen strong blasts. He spurted in my mouth, across my face, in my beard and over my head. He started to laugh as he just kept shooting. He turned the weapon on himself and blasted the last couple rounds on his chest and belly. I had worked my hand into my jock and gripped my cock as he unloaded on my face. By the time he was coming on himself I was drenching the inside of my jock with my own load.

As his orgasm subsided he dropped down and kissed me again. He ran his tongue through my beard and even licked his own cum off my forehead, before bringing it down to feed me. This little bastard had hit the perfect balance between rough and tenderness.

He pretty much licked my face clean before standing up and pointing his still hard cock toward the trees. He looked at me and smiled as he let loose a forceful stream of piss in a high arch, drenching the shrubs and undergrowth in the shadows. If he was a little older, a little more experienced, I might have asked him to hose me down. But he's just a youngster. It's true he has a head start on his competition; but some things he's going to have to learn at his own pace.

It's a good thing I had the next day off. If it wasn't bad enough that I was getting my ass handed to me when I should have been going to bed last night; after it was over, I still had to jog back home. By the time I'd finished showering I wasn't really sleepy, so I sat down and started to write. Writing is cathartic. It's the poor man's therapy. It is for me anyway. After an hour, I hit a strange plateau: could barely keep my eyes open and my cock was hard as a brick. Too tired to jerk off, I crawled into bed and slept like a baby.

I was sore when I woke up. Not miserable, mind you; I just had that pleasant ache that reminded me I had been fucked hard last night. I'd been fucked hard by a teenager with a massive dick. I had the whole day ahead of me, so I started with another run. Running is my other therapy. I've also found that I can write while I run. Not physically of course. It just helps me work out the difference between what should stay in a story; and what would best be forgotten.

Back home with a cup of coffee, I decided to put off getting in the shower. There was nowhere I had to be; and honestly I was getting off on the way I smelled. I picked up where I'd left off on the story. Sometimes the ideas don't come easy; but since I was just recounting the events of last night, the words just flowed. By the time I'd finished it was early afternoon. I submitted the story and moved out to the balcony with a cold beer. When a buddy hit me up to let me know the gang was going out that night, I begged off. As I was texting him, I saw that I had some messages on my phone from the app; but I wasn't in the mood. I was going to watch some TV, fix something to eat and go to bed early.

After dinner and a shower, I started to get horny again. What's wrong with me? All day I had felt content with last night's epic fuck. Now, the more I thought about it, the hornier I got. I opened my phone to see who'd messaged me on the app. There were the usual bots and hits from dudes who had obviously not read my profile. Not sure why I was surprised, but after I'd had the app open a few minutes, a message came in from last night's Catfish Kid. Don't know what the fuck his name is, so I'll just call him CK. When I read his message I got a chill up my spine. I hurriedly closed the app and put my phone down. What the actual fuck?

Mad at myself in advance for breaking my resolution, I went to the fridge and dug out the half-empty pack of smokes I had in the back of the freezer. Don't lecture me. I know I should have thrown them out. We'll talk about my shortcomings later. I went out to sit on the balcony with another beer so I could light up. Why am I letting this kid get to me? I opened my phone again and re-read his message:

CK: That story is hot AF!

Makes me sound like a stud.

But U left some stuff out.

Okay. Let's think this through. Sometimes the site posts my stories pretty quick. Then they email me to let my know my story was added and which section it's in. I checked my email for the confirmation. Sure enough, it's online now. But how in the fuck does this kid know that? How in the fuck does he know who I am? A few of my friends know I write porn. If I post one I think they'll like, I let them know. I'm a sex-positive guy. I'm not ashamed. It's just that my stories are mostly fiction.

Sometimes I'll get an email saying, "Which character were you?" Well, all the stories come out of my head. I'm making shit up. It might be something I want to do to someone. It might be something I want done to me. They might include bits and pieces of cum-inducing memories of actual encounters. The honest answer though is this: None of the characters are the real me/ All of the characters are me. That didn't clear anything up, did it?

The point I'm trying to make is this: I wrote a factual encounter; but I never imagined that the only other person in the world who knows it is true would be reading it. Suddenly I've blurred the line between my porn writing hobby and my real life. Who the fuck is this kid? And more importantly, is he going to complicate my life? I need some answers, man. So I engage the little fucker.

R: What do you mean,

I left some stuff out?

And how the fuck did you find it?

CK: I've read all your stories dude.

You left out the part after I pissed.

Remember?

Didn't U like what I did after?

R: This is too creepy

CK: Why? Just cause I know U liked it?

I could tell U liked it last night.

But I didn't know U thought I was so hot.

R: It was just a story.

CK: Dude, I was there.

It's a TRUE story.

U really liked the way I fucked you

R: Maybe I just made that up.

CK: No dude.

U really liked it.

U called me a little bastard tho.

In the story, remember?

You'll have to pay for that ;)

But then U said I hit the perfect

balance between rough and tender.

CK: I liked that part.

CK: U there?

R: How did you know?

CK: I'll tell U tonite.

Same time and place

Then I won't bother U anymore.

CK: I like that U called it Catfished

U liked the surprise.

What if I catfished U again?

That last part didn't make any sense. He knows what the word means, right?

There's no way I wasn't going to show up. At first, I told myself I was only going to get some answers. Later, as I was getting ready I had to admit that I wanted him again. There's no way it could be that good two times in a row, right? Last night there was the thrill of the unexpected; but they say lightning doesn't strike twice. I'd meet him tonight; solve the riddle; get a quick fuck and then I could put all this behind me.

You're judging me again. I can tell. You want the truth? I was excited by how wrong it felt. Even if he was half my age, I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me in the shadows of that deserted public park. My dick was so hard it was visible, even trapped in my jock under my running shorts. I changed into a longer t-shirt to try and cover the wet spot that was already forming at the end of my cock.

The run cleared my head. I was early so I did a lap around the park. About a hundred yards from last night's meeting spot, I slowed down and stretched. I had caught my breath by the time I came around to the curve with its clump of trees. It was darker tonight. Cloudy with less moonlight. He was in the shadows back under the trees. He had his back to me and I couldn't tell if he was jerking off or just rubbing his crotch. He had a ball cap on tonight; and one of those neck gaiters that you can pull up to use as a mask. If you saw a dude wearing one of those pre-pandemic, you would assume he was getting ready to rob a bank. Now it's just normal. I didn't think anything of it.

I still didn't know his name, so as I got closer I just called out a "hey". He waited until I was only five feet away before he turned to face me. His sweatpants were pushed down under his balls and his big dick was sticking straight out. It looked different than I remembered it. It seemed so much thicker. He pushed his cap back and pulled the mask down so it was around his neck. Fuck me! The dick looked different because it wasn't him.

"Jesus Christ, dude! Who the fuck are you?"

A smile spread across his face. He never stopped jacking.

"He said you'd be surprised! He said you'd probably act like you were really pissed off. But he said once you saw the size of my dick, you'd give in."

"What the actual fuck? Where is he? He was going to tell me what's going on. This is fucked up, dude! You're both fucked up!"

I'm not going to lie. His cock was actually hotter than the other guys; but even a man-whore like me has his limits. I made my way back to the path. I was so fucking mad. I wasn't sticking around for this.

"Wait, bro! Hold up! Don't be mad. It's just a joke!"

I could hear him getting closer. I'll be fucked if i'm going to break into a run. I'm not giving him the impression I'm scared. I'm just goddamned mad. Just past the trees there was an old public restroom. It was dark outside now but there was a faint glow of light coming from the screened windows. That's where he caught up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Bro! I'm sorry. I really thought you were going to be into this! Otherwise, I never would have agreed to come. I don't want you stomping away mad. Can we just talk for a minute?"

He had tucked himself back into his sweats, but it was obvious his cock had not deflated. If anything, it seemed bigger. It probably wasn't helping that he couldn't keep his hand off of it. He was rubbing himself while he looked me up and down in the minimal light.

"I thought he was exaggerating, but you're fuckin' sexy for an old dude. He said your ass was unbelievable. It looks sweet in those shorts. He called me last night and told me everything that happened. I was so damn jealous. He even sent me a story about it a few hours ago. Did he write that or did you?"

"This is fucked up, man."

"At first, I thought he wrote it 'cause it made him sound like some kind of sex superhero; but he said you wrote it. Did you? He told me that as hot as the story is, the actual fuck was even hotter."

"How many of your other buddies do you think he's told?"

"Just me. I swear. Our other friends would freak out. They don't have any problem with him being gay. It's just not the kind of hookup you'd brag about to your hetero bros."

Are you still judging me? I can tell you, I was judging myself at the moment. This guy was so much hotter than the guy last night. I'd guess he was twenty one. He was darker complected with his black buzzcut visible around the edges of his cap. A little dark scruff on his chin. He wasn't as lean and ropey as his friend. Beefier. Fuck, do I love beefy!

"What about you? You said they don't have a problem with him being gay? Do they have a problem with you?"

"Truthfully? I'm still trying to work that out. I'm not out to them like he is. I'm still finding my way, bro."

He was so open and genuine talking about his sexuality. He'd even stopped rubbing his dick through his sweats. There was just enough light spilling out of the restroom window that I could see his face clearly. This kid was going to break some hearts. He was looking directly into my eyes. When he said he was finding his way, he gave me a little half-smile and a shrug.

"Cal said once I'd fucked you, I wouldn't have any doubts. He said your ass would change my life."

How do you respond to a statement like that? He said it so casually. It didn't sound like a pickup line.

"So his name is Cal?"

"Fuck. I probably wasn't supposed to say that. Let me guess. On the app he probably called himself Thor or Assmaster or something, right? He's always talking like his this mega-stud. He acts all superior 'cause his dick is like a half inch longer than mine. I don't know about dudes, but girls like 'em thick, like mine."

"Yeah, dudes like that too."

"So you did like my cock? I know we tricked you, bro. Sorry. It's just the way you looked at it earlier. Before you got all pissed."

"You're a good looking kid. I'm not gonna lie, it's a nice cock."

As he saw my resolve breaking down, his demeanor changed. He reached over and took my chin in his hand and looked at me, smiling. When I didn't resist, he moved his hand to cup the back of my neck. He squeezed his grip. I thought he was going to pull me in to kiss me. Instead he just moved his face right up next to mine and spoke quietly.

"You'll like it. I know you will. I really want this, bro."

I knew I was going to give in. By this point he did, too.

"Come in the restroom with me. I've gotta take a leak. I don't want to risk having you sneak off."

With his hand still on my neck, I let him guide me into the dimly lit john. As soon as we were inside, he pushed me against the wall. Still forcefully gripping the back of my head, he started to grind against me. He kissed me tentatively to start. When I opened my mouth and kissed back he moaned and kicked things up a notch. He aggressively humped against me as the kissing got rougher, more insistent. After a few minutes, he stopped and took a step back.

"Jesus! I've never kissed anyone like that, dude. This is going to be fun. But I really do need to piss first."

He dragged me with him over to the urinal. He pushed his sweatpants down so they were just under his ass. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. His fat cock was sticking straight out. His beefy, muscled ass was covered with black fur.

"At the end of that story you wrote, it sounded like you wanted Cal to piss on you? Was that for real? That's not my thing, but I want to feel your hand around my dick while I piss. Will you do that for me? I think it'd be hot."

I reached out and took him in my hand for the first time. I've seen my share of dicks. I don't think I've ever felt one thicker. I was surprised how weighty it felt in my palm. I couldn't close my fingers around it. The majority of guys I've played around with have been circumcised. I was happy to see an uncut generation coming up. You already know I'm a cockhound, so you won't be surprised how mesmerized I was. When I finally looked back up at him, he was smiling.

"You like it, don't ya? It's better than his, isn't it? You don't even have to say it, I can tell by the way you look at it, dude."

I didn't know if he'd be able to piss, as hard as he was. I skinned it back and aimed it at the porcelain. While I was waiting for his stream to start, he took his hand off my neck and slide it down the back of my running shorts. He let out a little grunt as pee started to trickle out. He rubbed a thick finger over my hole and moaned louder. The floodgates opened and he started to piss with force. As he did, he dug his finger in deeper and leaned in to kiss me again. His cock was so hard, I really didn't need to hold on to it; but I wanted to. I could feel the urine pulsing as I gripped a little tighter. There was also a fair amount of splash back due to the power of his stream.

His kissing was animalistic. As the piss slowed to a dribble, he broke free and pushed me face first against the steel stall divider. I felt him push my shorts down. He laid his cock in my crack, like a hotdog in a bun. He humped against me, obviously enjoying the friction.

"I love that your ass is hairy, dude. I love my hairy butt but girls think it's gross. No way I'm ever gonna shave my fuckin' butt for anybody."

He kept rubbing against me. He had the side of my head trapped against the divider. He leaned in to kiss my neck. The kisses quickly gave way to bites. It's been a long time since I've had a hickey. I don't know where it came from but I felt a big glob of lube at the top of my crack. He used his fat cock to smear it up and down. Soon he had his finger at my hole again. It slipped in easy now. He started to shove in another finger beside it. I was moaning like a bitch.

"Fuck yeah! You like that, don't ya? You like a couple of fingers in your pussy? I'm going to have to get a couple more in there before you're open enough to take my dick inside you."

He was getting more dominant. Is this something guys are learning from porn? I loved hearing him growl in my ear. He slapped my ass hard and I let out a squeal. That just encouraged him to amp things up. Soon he was spanking my ass hard with one hand as he stretched my hole with the other. I felt his breath on my neck again.

"I know he rimmed your ass last night. I've never done that to a guy. That's why I brought the lube. Next time I fuck you, we'll be in your bed and you can teach me how to do it. I precum a lot; but not enough to get my wide boner in that tight hole. I can feel you getting looser, dude. I'm gonna fuck you so damn good."

"You have a condom?"

"Come on, baby. You know you want me to fuck you. Cal said you told him you'd just been tested. He said he could have talked you into going raw, he just didn't push it. Please, bro. Don't you want to feel this big dick stretching you open?"

"I did tell him I was just tested. How 'bout you, man?"

"Bro, don't laugh at me when I tell you this. I'm trying hard to be alpha. I know that's what you like; but truth is, I've never fucked a dude before. You're my first. That's why Cal said fucking you was gonna change my life. I've only fucked girls up 'til now. And I've never been inside anyone without a rubber. I want you so bad, bro. I want you to go home tonight with my load inside you. I think you want that, too."

He didn't wait for an answer. He started to push his way in. I wanted him and he knew it. The head went in easier than I expected. After the head, it was a different story. Christ was that cock fat. I was gritting my teeth and trying to push back on it. It was so just goddamn wide. After applying steady pressure for awhile, he pulled back some and started to stab at my hole. He was determined to get in there. To gain some leverage, he wrapped his arm around my neck and held me tight. I couldn't get away; I could barely breathe. Holding me immobile, he made several more short thrusts, then he bit my neck hard as he plunged all the way in.

"Fuck, stud! Just hold it there for a second. Let me get used to it. You're ripping me open, man."

"I can't believe I'm in you bare, bro. You'd better not laugh at me, but I'm thinking of my grandma right now or I would've already nutted. You're so fucking tight! No way I'm having you tell Cal I shot off before I had a chance to fuck you."

"Pull out slow, stud. Give it to me gentle for minute, then you can go nuts."

He did pull out slowly. He pushed back in slowly. When he bottomed out, I felt him bend his arm at the elbow so it tightened against my neck. Then all hell broke loose. It didn't matter if I was ready or not. He started to jackhammer his fat cock in and out of my ass. It was a warm evening and I could feel his sweat dripping onto me. As he pumped harder, he grunted with each inward thrust. Just when I thought he was giving me his best, he slammed into me so hard I'm sure I took another inch. He did that a dozen times in a row. He would pull his hips back then slam into me as hard as he could. My head was bouncing off the steel wall and my balls took a direct hit with each stroke. Then the pace got even faster. I thought he was going to come. I wouldn't have minded. I'd had enough. So I was surprised when he suddenly pulled out of me and slapped me hard across the ass.

"Get on your fuckin' knees! Do it! Now!"

I turned and dropped to the floor in one motion. Putting one hand on the back of my head, he shoved his cock in my mouth as far as it would go. He just held it there. I was expecting to feel his load shooting down my throat. He just held it there for a minute, then pulled back until only the head remained in my mouth.

"Clean me up, fucker. I want to feel your tongue under my foreskin. Worship me, bitch."

I did as I was told. I wasn't really sure if he had come. He didn't blast in my mouth. If he came in my ass before he pulled out, I should be able to taste it. After a few minutes of working that amazing cock, he was still so fucking hard I figured he hadn't nutted yet

"Okay. Get on your hands and knees. I had to pull out or I would have come, dude. I want to make it last a little longer. Plus I wanted to see if you'd really suck my cock straight out of your ass. That was fuckin' hot!"

Down on my hands and knees, I waited for him to saddle up. I looked between my legs and saw he had his face inches from my ass. He was sliding several fingers in and out.

"Never seen a dude's fresh-fucked ass up close. It's fucking sweet. Gonna look better though with my nut dripping out of there. Now raise your ass up; head down."

I let my head rest on the gritty public restroom floor. Standing with his legs on either side of me he dropped down and started to piston his cock in and out of me. He only lasted a couple of minutes before he pulled out and stood upright again.

"That was close, bro. I almost came there. When I do come in you, I want you on your back, so you can see me. Do you wanna see my face when I knock you up? Cause I sure as fuck want to see you take my load."

His sweatpants where in a heap of the floor. He grabbed them and spread them out for me. I laid down on them and brought my legs up in the air like the cum slut I am. He just shook his head as he scooted between my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders.

"What a fuckin' whore! I guess I'm doing okay, huh? You seem pretty eager to get my jizz up your ass. Not bad for a first-timer?"

"It's fucking perfect, buddy!"

He beamed as he rubbed his dripping cock head against my sloppy hole. Not many guys can look back at their first fuck and remember it as a home run. He put the first inch inside me and then just held it there while he scooted ahead on his knees. With his dick in place, he gripped an ankle in each hand as he looked down at me.

"You look fuckin' hot down there, you little slut. Just knowing you are lying there hoping to get my seed in you. You ready, bro? Cause it's not gonna be long. It's a fucking miracle I lasted this long. Ready for me to shove my bare cock back inside you?"

I was so fuckin ready. I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"Nope. You gotta say it. I want to hear you say that you want me to breed your hairy ass. No. Cunt. Say you want me to use my big dick to breed your hairy cunt."

"Fuck me, man! I want your load. I want you to shove that fat, raw prick in me and breed me."

He nodded his head as he smiled. He knew this was a fucking game. He knew I wanted him as bad as he wanted me.

"Okay, fag. Let's get you knocked up."

He leaned down and kissed me as he made the first dozen strokes; then he raised up, looked in my eyes and pounded the fuck outta me. It only took a few minutes until I could see he was ready to blow. Still locking eyes, he slammed in hard.

"Fuck yeah! Fuck Yeah! Take my fucking load!"

I felt his cock pulsing. Maybe because it was so fucking girthy that my hole still felt stretched, even after that epic fuck. Then he dropped down and laid on me, waiting to catch his breath. He raised his head, just enough to look me in the eyes before giving me one last kiss. Then he looked toward the door, raised his arm and gave a 'thumbs up' sign.

"How did i do, Cal? Did you get all that? What a way to lose my V-card!"

"Fuck, man! Get your fat ass over here and take the camera. My fuckin' dick is so hard it could cut glass!"

"You're just horned up 'cause you get my sloppy seconds."

"You're not wrong there, bro! I can't wait to use your cum for lube!"

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