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 omgdannywriter.tumblr.com (I noticed a lot of people have been doing that 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.
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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