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I met Mickey eight months ago on the same week that I started dating Nick. We met on Grindr, and I later found out that Nick had also started talking to Mickey on Grindr that very same week. The difference is that Nick deleted Grindr immediately after we started dating (and had no recollection of ever meeting or talking to Mickey), whereas I've been talking to him ever since.
Mickey's eighteen years old and attends a high school about ten minutes down the road from our college campus. He's still in the closet, and as I've mentioned before, he acts a lot like your typical teenage fuckboy.
But he's so much more than that. He's perpetually horny and sex-addicted, at least in the sense that he's addicted to the idea of sex in all its forms. How experienced he is with actual sex, I have no idea. Up until very recently, I'd never done anything sexual with him at all.
But that didn't stop us from talking about sex. Mickey's the best dirty talker I've ever met, and I say that with years of experience talking myself to orgasm with strangers online to compare to.
He understands the mechanics of domination and submission way better than he should, and the progression of our conversations reads like a roadmap of sexual discovery: from simple talk about fucking and getting fucked to big dicks and deepthroating and breeding and spit and watersports and nipple play and gangbangs and orgasm denial and anal gaping and fisting and beyond.
When we first started talking, Mickey led me to believe that he was a bottom. He seemed obsessed with the idea of big cocks—huge, oversized BWC or BBC—and how they stretch and ruin tight, twink ass.
It didn't seem strange to me. Often, submissive slut bottoms are more in tune with the power dynamics of gay sex than tops. And so, I assumed Mickey was just another one of these bottoms, a tight piece of closeted twink ass who dreamed about having his pink untouched hole popped and destroyed.
Over time, I realized that I may have mistook (or been purposefully misled about) Mickey's interests in submission. I also that noticed that the content of our sexual conversations and the respective roles we played began to change.
I had always described myself as versatile, and as far as our conversations were concerned, we both seemed more than willing to be versatile, at first. We would trade off playing the dominant and submissive roles and exchanging dirty pictures (yes, even once I started dating Nick).
But as things progressed, Mickey was more and more often (and then exclusively) the one playing the dominant role, and the conversations grew increasingly kinky. I soon found myself sending Mickey pictures of myself on an almost daily basis while receiving nothing in return; sending pictures taken in public restrooms or stairwells on campus or even from the restroom inside of Nick's apartment while he sat just outside the door, unaware that his boyfriend was sharing pictures of his butthole with some high school kid.
Things changed forever when Mickey found out that Nick was my boyfriend. He already knew that I had a boyfriend, and that in itself was a huge turn on for him. In fact, that's probably when he started to become more dominant. He loved the idea of me cheating on Nick with him.
Then, one day, he talked me into sending him a picture of Nick. I was reluctant at first, but I eventually gave in and sent him one. That was how I learned that they'd talked before, and that even though they had only talked a few times and hadn't spoken in months, Mickey remembered Nick.
In fact, Mickey seemed obsessed with Nick, and he made no attempt to hide it: Nick is fucking perfect—Tell me about his cock—What did you guys do last night?—Did you eat his fucking hole?—Tell me what it tastes like—I bet you like riding his big cock—I want to suck a load out of him—Everything about him is perfect. His face. His body. I want to see his naked body
And he didn't let go of that last thought. He constantly tried to talk me into sending him nude pictures of Nick. He wanted to see it all. He wanted to see Nick's cock. He wanted to see Nick's ass. He wanted to see videos of Nick fucking me and blowing a load in my ass. He wanted to see Nick down on his hands and knees with his ass cheeks spread and his butthole exposed.
This last point even though I'd told him Nick was an exclusive top.
Mickey started to include Nick in our fantasies. At first, it was just a few offhand comments. I want to strip him down and worship his big dick. Or, I want to sit on top of him and ride his dick until he cums inside my ass and then I want to kiss him with my butt filled with his load while you watch. And each time he would make these comments, I would say exactly what he wanted me to: "Tell me more." And each time, he would tell me more.
I eventually gave in and started sending Mickey nude pictures of "Nick" too. I couldn't bring myself to send him actual nude pictures of my boyfriend, even though I desperately wanted to and got dangerously close on multiple occasions, obsessed with the thought of Mickey seeing Nick's cock without him knowing or even posting them online to expose him without consent.
The pictures were just anonymous nudes that I found online, and I did select ones which were remarkably believable and almost identical to what Nick's naked body actually looks like, though I always chose ones that greatly exaggerated the size of his penis. Not that he's small. He has a nice dick.
But I wanted Mickey to think he was bigger than he really is.
Mickey pushed me to talk Nick into a threesome. I told him that we talked about fucking other guys all the time, but that I wasn't sure if Nick was serious about it. So, he told me to just invite him over as a "friend" and we could "just hang out" and he would "take things from there."
And when I asked him what he meant by that, he said that we could just chill and sit on the couch and drink and when the time was right he would just lean over and kiss Nick and when Nick tried to pull away I could join in and kiss him too and he would unbutton Nick's shirt and strip his clothing piece by piece while we all continued to kiss and he would hit all of Nick's hot spots which I'd stupidly enumerated for him over the course of months from his ear lobe to his neck to his nipples until Nick was begging to be sucked and then Mickey would suck his big dick and from there I can't even remember what happened next but I do remember that somehow it all ended with Mickey being the one sitting back on the couch relaxing with his underwear pulled down and hooked below his balls while me and Nick were positioned on either side of him butt ass naked while he fingered our holes and we shared and slobbered all over his big sweaty teenage cock and afterwards we got on our hands and knees and kissed each other while he fucked both of us raw.
Sometimes, clearly annoyed by the fact that he hadn't yet succeeded in turning Nick and me into his obedient fucktoys, Mickey would try to convince me to cheat on Nick and fuck around with him, and I wanted to.
"Let's meet at the park."
Yeah?
"We'll find a nice place in the trees and you'll get down on your knees in the middle of the dirt. Maybe I'll make you strip down to nothing first."
Please.
"You'll unzip my jeans and pull down my underwear, but you have to do it with your teeth. No fucking hands allowed."
Yessir.
"I'll slap you with my big hard cock and you're going to suck me and jerk me until I blow a big, messy, warm load on your tongue."
Fuck, Mickey.
"You'll stick your tongue out and show me my big warm load and I'll just have you sit there on your knees like that for a few minutes looking up at me while I take some pictures to send to Nick."
You wouldn't. Would you?
"And then I'll drop a fat gob of spit on your tongue on top of my load and watch you swallow all of it."
And I wanted to. And I told him that I wanted to.
"Come by my work today."
Why?
"So you can come in the bathroom with me. There's no lock on the door, but you're going to get down on your knees and I'll turn around and drop my underwear just for you and watch you kiss my ass."
Why doesn't Nick talk like this?
"Then you're going to fucking eat out my sweaty, dirty butthole."
And I'd always wanted to. And I told him that.
"I want Nick to take my load tonight."
That's not going to happen.
"He's going to because you're going to do exactly what I say. Come meet me in the parking lot. I'll park and you're going to hop into my car, drop your pants, lube your ass, and milk my cock until I cum."
And then?
"When I'm ready to blow my load, you can hop off and jerk me off into a bottle and take it home with you."
Why?
"Then you're going to take my load and mix it with your bottle of silicon lube. You're going to convince Nick to let you fuck him. And you're going to lube up your cock with my cum and fuck my load into his butt."
And I really, really wanted to. And I told him that. And it really did seem plausible, even though Nick has never bottomed before.
And when none of those things happened, Mickey took a different approach.
"I'm sick of this shit. I'm just going to blackmail you into sucking my cock. Either you come over and get on your knees and suck my fat cock, or I send Nick all these fucking nude pictures you sent me of him (which weren't actually him) and all the screenshots of these convos."
And even that turned me on. And I didn't say anything to resist.
"Listen to me. The next time you're over at Nick's apartment, you're going to tell me, and I'm going to come over and park outside. I'll message you when I get there, and you're going to put on a pair of Nick's dirty underwear and make some excuse to come outside and hop in my car, and I'm going to pull your shorts and underwear down and lift your legs up in the air and eat out your asshole. Afterwards, I'm going to take Nick's underwear home with me."
I did text him the next time I was at Nick's apartment.
"I'm coming over right now," he replied.
So you're saying that I'm just going to come outside and get my ass eaten?
"Yes, I'll be there in five minutes."
No strings attached?
"No strings attached."
We can't kiss.
"Okay."
And I wanted it to happen. And it did happen, just a little differently.
Perhaps the most persistent thing Mickey demanded from me but never received was a picture of Nick's ass. He didn't want just any picture, either: he was extremely specific. He wanted me to get Nick to lie on his back on the bed completely naked and lift his legs up above his head so that I could get his cock and his balls and his butthole all in the same shot.
There was no chance in hell of me talking Nick into letting me take that picture. I've collected about a half-dozen suggestive pictures of Nick over the course of our eight-month relationship, but even those were difficult to convince him to let me take, and only two of them show dick.
Nick just isn't the type of guy who's into having nude pictures of himself taken; he also hates taking pictures or recording videos while having sex.
As a result, I didn't even feel comfortable sending Mickey fake pictures of other boys' buttholes and passing them off as Nick like I'd done in the case of his dick, because Nick was a top and I've never even really seen his butthole myself, and so it felt too intimate to even lie about.
When Mickey realized that his demands for butthole and threesomes weren't being met, he changed the conversation. He started talking about his new boyfriend, Bryson, and all the sex that they were having. I didn't find out until later that they weren't boyfriends at all, it was a lie.
From then on, there was no more talk about cheating or how perfect Nick was or how badly he wanted to drill Nick's ass.
Instead, he offered a new proposition: Let's all fuck together.
Just two couples fucking. Mickey and Bryson. Nick and Travis.
At the time, it sounded like something that we all would enjoy.
Author's Note: I'm a writer of celebrity fanfiction and original erotica. This is the first chapter of an erotic book called "More." If you would like to read more of this story or my other works before they're posted on Nifty, please visit www.conormonaghan.com/. Also, please consider donating to Nifty!