Catfish - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Oh, and a short note about this one! This is actually loosely based on a true story. I've spiced it up quite a bit, but yeah, some if it actually happened! Some of it. 

I could think of nothing but Matty and his suggestion. All through the night, all through the following morning, and all through the day. Had he been playing with me? Surely a guy like Matty Tyler wasn’t gay, so what would make him like men? And, if he even did like men, what type of man? He was a big, beefy gym guy, so I guessed that a scrawny geek like me would do nothing for him. By the time it got dark, I knew the only thing I could do was ask.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, babe” he said in his first message.

“Me too” I replied truthfully.

We exchanged some messages back and forth before I finally opened the subject.

“Were you serious last night? About having sex with men?”

My heart raced as he replied.

“I suppose. I’d rather have sex with you, though”.

I felt bad for doing it, but how could I stop myself? He’d given me so many snippets of himself. The pictures in his underwear, the comments about guys. I was ravenously horny for him.

“Do you know any gay guys?” I asked, wishing I’d come out to him before. Though, he had no idea who I was.

“No, do you?”

This was it. This was my chance to make it happen. I swallowed a lump in my throat and typed back a reply.

“Yeah, I do actually. Not sure he’d be your type” I added, with a few laughing emojis.

“I told you, babe. I don’t have a type. Sex is sex”.

I was hard now. If Matty was serious, then my life was about to be changed. Yet, I couldn’t shake the fact that I was nothing compared to him. Surely he’d choose some muscular gym bro instead of me. Not only that, but by sending the photograph, I’d be outing myself. If Matty was joking, then everybody would know my secret in a matter of hours. I took a deep breath, weighed up my options, and sent the picture of me.

He opened it instantly. My whole body shook with nervousness as I waited for his response. What if he put two and two together and realised it was actually me messaging him? He’d certainly beat the shit out of me at best. When the message finally came through, I hardly wanted to open it.

“He looks familiar”.

I let the breath out. Even the fact that Matty recognised me turned me on. Sure, he didn’t know me as much as I knew him, but hopefully that would change.

“Would you have sex with him?” I asked, unsure if I even wanted the reply.

Another anxious few seconds passed.

“Yeah, I don’t care. Got any pics for me?”

My eyes widened. He was so nonchalant about the situation that I still wasn’t sure if he was being honest. I sent him some random images I’d found online to keep him happy, and tried to drive the conversation back to me.

“I could ask him if he’d do it” I said, “I’d really love to see that”.

“Sure”.

Sure? This was insane! For me, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened, but for Matty, he was acting like it was completely normal. I sat on my bed, leaking pre-cum at the mental image of Matty fucking me, and eventually responded.

“He said yes” I told him. “When and where?”

I was still waiting for him to realise what he had agreed to and snap out of his crazy trance, but when he responded I could do nothing but laugh.

“My place, tomorrow. Tell him I don’t wear condoms and I don’t kiss guys”.

That was something I was willing to overlook. Matty Tyler was going to fuck me.

The entire day was a blur. All I could think about once again, was him. I secretly watched him as much as I could, and whilst I was verging on a full blown panic attack, Matty walked around with his buddies, with not a care in the world. He laughed, he joked, he did all the things he always did, and then I began to wonder if the whole thing had been a prank. Did he know that I was behind the profile? Would he out me at some point throughout the day? I felt sick with worry, and when the final bell went, I checked my phone again and read the address he’d sent me.

I knew the area, so perhaps it wasn’t a joke, but that didn’t settle my nerves. It was too good to be true. Would a straight young man like him really want to fuck me? It was doubtful, but I watched him from the building as he got into his car and drove, and followed shortly after on my bike.

I’d never been as terrified in my life. At one point, I almost turned around, but how could I let this opportunity slip between my fingers? I needed to find out how far he’d go, even if that meant risking my life for it.

His house was bigger than mine, but relatively normal. I wasn’t sure whether to knock or just stand there, so I hid my bike behind his wall and walked toward the door before it swung open and a young man who looked exactly like Matty stood in the doorway. “Are you the pizza guy?” He asked, and when I shook my head he sighed. Matty appeared over his shoulder a second later, and the resemblance between the two was striking. I froze as they both stared at me.

“Come in” Matty said, waving his hand, and I knew this was it. I could hear more voices behind them, and I was certain that I’d been tricked into coming here, and I’d probably leave with half the teeth that I currently had. I inhaled deeply and followed him inside, and when the door closed behind me, I winced.

“This way” Matty said, and instead of leading me into the living room where a bunch of college aged guys were apparently partying, he walked up the stairs, and I followed sheepishly.

“I know you from somewhere” he said, without looking back, “where?”

“Um… We’re in the same school” I choked out, and he laughed.

“No shit. How do you know Leanne?”

The words hit me like bullets. I cringed as I formulated another lie.

“She’s friends with my sister” I said, wanting to change the subject as we entered his bedroom. It was just like every other young man’s bedroom. A little messy, a little musky, and littered with underwear.

“Well, she’s about to see you get fucked, I’m afraid” he chuckled, and wasting no time at all, Matty peeled off his t-shirt and exposed a body so beautiful that I wanted to cry.

I stood there in awe with my eyes glued to his muscular back, until he turned around and looked down at me. “Take off your clothes” he said, as though this was just another Tuesday evening for him.

My hands rattled as I began to undress. The differences between us were stark, and I was quite sure that there was more muscle in Matty’s foot than there was in my entire body. My mouth became so dry I could hardly swallow, and when I stood in my underwear he pulled out a small tripod from his closet and set his phone on it.

Seeing him in his tight black boxer briefs and nothing else gave me an instant boner. He turned the camera on, checked his reflection in the mirror and fixed a strand of loose hair. When he looked over at me, his eyes scanned up and down and he approached.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked, the scent of his manly body wafting over me in hot waves.

“Y… Yes” I nodded, shivering.

He pulled his underwear down to his knees and let his long, meaty cock flop out. It was the first time I was getting to see it, and I wasn’t disappointed. His shaft was thick and veined. His cock head looked so delicious that I considered dropping to my knees immediately. His balls were full and heavy looking, and a small brushing of pubic hair sat over his junk. He reached forward and stuffed his thumbs into my underwear and pulled them to my ankles before standing back up.

My face burned. There was no comparison between us. My dick wasn’t tiny, but faced with Matty’s, it looked like a thumb. He pinched it into his hand which made me jump, and led me toward his bed.

Matty checked that we were both still in frame as he sat me down and presented his meat to me. “Suck it” he said, “get it as wet as you can and it’ll hurt less”.

His voice was neither stern nor friendly. It was like he was reading out instructions, and didn’t quite care if I missed a step. If I wanted this to go well, then it was up to me to follow along. I swallowed, but barely had any saliva to wet my throat, and timidly held his heavy pole in my hand. It was warmer than I expected, and softer, too. I began to stroke it as he watched, and when I felt the first twitch, I opened my mouth for him.

It was all happening so fast. One minute I was standing outside his house, and now I was naked on his bed, taking his cock between my lips.

I shivered with the delicious taste of his manhood. It was salty from a day of being hidden in his ripe underwear. I wanted the taste to remain on my tongue for the rest of my life, and so I took him deeper until I gagged.

I could only go by what I’d seen in porn. I began to slide my head up and down his wet shaft, using my tongue to trail along the underside. I’d never realised just how large a cock would feel inside my mouth, but I wasn’t complaining. This felt like heaven, and I didn’t want to leave.

It only took a moment before noises began to spill from him. They were low, rough noises. Grunts, growls, snarls. He sped up and took hold of my head with one hand. I imagined myself being one of his sex toys. A contraption that he could simply cum in and discard whenever he wanted. The image made my cock stiffen between my legs.

The taste in my mouth was suddenly replaced by something much sharper. Pre-cum coated my tongue and throat, and I did the only sane thing I could think of doing, and swallowed it down eagerly. I wanted this man’s DNA to remain in my body forever.

When Matty’s cock was dripping in both our fluids, he stepped back and surveyed me. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but he looked at me like he was about to pounce. His large cock swayed as he returned and shoved me back onto the bed.

“I want her to see your cherry being popped” he said, and dragged the tripod closer to the bed, “I want you to moan real loud, let the boys downstairs hear you, got it?”

I gawped at him. Why would he want a bunch of college guys to know that he was fucking a dude? He lifted one of my legs up and revealed my tight, virgin hole to the camera. I looked up as he sucked a finger into his mouth and slid it around my rim.

“Start moaning” he said, and pushed his fingertip inside me.

He didn’t need to tell me twice. The feeling of his finger being buried in my warm hole made me whimper. I clutched the bedsheets and moaned, but felt my face burn.

“That’s not a moan” he said, a sly grin on his face as he tickled my insides and pushed a second finger into me.

Now, I moaned. I threw my head back as he spread my sphincter apart and let out a long, low groan. He slipped them both out, then shoved them back in, and I did it again. Matty continued to finger me, and I continued to moan until my body was covered in sweat, and I lay there panting like a dog in heat.

“Tell me you want it” he said, stroking his cock with the fingers that had just been inside me.

“I… I want it” I gasped, my cock twitching in a pool of pre-cum.

“What do you want?”

“Y… You” I said, “I want you”.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific”

“Your cock!” I whimpered, “I want you to fuck me”.

“Louder”

“I want you to fuck me!”

“Louder!”

“I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!”

I couldn’t believe myself. The words lingered in the air for a moment, and the background noise of the college guys talking stopped instantly. I stared at him, terrified, but Matty just grinned and mounted me.

His strong arms pressed down onto the bed either side of my head. He used his steely thighs to keep my legs pinned back, and it was obvious that Matty was an expert fucker. I felt his long, hard cock rub along my opening, and using just one hand, Matty positioned himself and said “ready?”

I gulped but nodded, and yelped out when he began to penetrate.

“Breathe through it” he whispered, his face inches from mine, “just relax that tight little hole”.

I tried. I took frantic breaths as the burn rippled through me, and only when my ring was so painfully stretched around his cock, did I exhale.

“Good” he nodded, “keep going”.

More breaths, more inches, more moans. Sweat dripped from his chiselled body onto my face, and I found myself running my tongue over my lips to taste him. He was perfect in every way, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

The warm stench of his sweating body poured into my lungs as I inhaled him. I felt his balls press against me, and knew that every inch of the man was now inside. He let me acclimatise to him for a while, before jerking it out slightly, and pushing it back in. I mewled.

“You can do better than that” he sneered, and pumped me again. I let out a long, loud moan. “Come on, man” he said, and pulled half of his cock out, before slamming it once more.

I couldn’t even control it anymore. Matty was literally fucking moans out of me. The harder he thrust, the louder I became, until a symphony of sex sounds lit the room with noise.

The bed squeaked, Matty grunted, I whimpered. His balls bounced off me with surprising force, sending clapping noises right into the ears of the college guys below. My eyes rolled back as I lay there, taking a straight guy’s stiff cock, and when I finally relaxed my hole, everything felt ten times better.

“I want to do you doggy” he said, and literally picked me up, twisted me around his cock like a pig on a spit, and put me down facing the camera as he took me from behind. “Look up at it” he said, gently pulling my hair back until I was staring at the camera. “Say hi to Leanne”.

“H… Hi” I whimpered.

“Say hi Leanne, look at me being fucked like a whore”

I repeated the words. It felt odd to me, because Matty was being quite sweet, yet his tone was strict. I can’t say I was all too upset by it, either.

He fucked me like that for a while, holding my hips and pummelling my swollen hole like a jack hammer. Then he wrapped his muscular arm around my throat and dragged me back so that my naked body was exposed to the camera. He piston-fucked my asshole upwards, keeping his chin over my shoulder as he did. His body was wet and warm, and I lay my head back against him and moaned.

Without warning, Matty plucked my cock into his hand and massaged it. That’s all it took. Sperm began to gush from me at an alarming rate and he chuckled as he caught it in his palm.

“You gay guys are always so fucking horny” he whispered, still pounding, “that’s why I like you so much”. He lifted his hand to my face, still cupping my warm load, and drizzled it over my lips. “Eat up” he said, and mindlessly I began to tongue the stuff into my mouth. As Matty fed me my own load, he gasped.

“Now I’m filling you up” he spat, and squeezed me so hard I was sure I’d pop.

His cock expanded inside me. It felt like a cannon going off as spurts of thick cream exploded into my bowels. I began to swell as he emptied himself into me, and then I was falling forward, and ended up face first on the mattress.

We were both breathing heavily now. His cock remained inside me as the last droplets of sperm oozed from him, and when he finally pulled it out, my ass stayed open.

Neither of us spoke for a moment. I felt him get off the bed, and watched through half open eyes as he turned off the camera and helped me to my feet. We were both soft now, and both of us continued to drip.

“That was fun” he said, picking up my clothes and handing them to me, “we should do it again some time”.

I nodded, because words were lost on me now.

“What’s your name, by the way?” He asked, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Corey”.

“Well, see you again, Corey” he said, and I dressed as he lay back on his bed with his phone.

As I reached the door, my own phone buzzed and I instinctively took it out. When I looked down at the message, my heart dropped. Matty had just sent Leanne the video, and now Matty was staring at me, and all I could do was turn back to him.

“Now it makes sense” he said, his eyes narrow.

“I… I…” I gulped hard and wanted to disappear. His gaze pinned me to the spot, and only when his smile returned did I take a breath.

“So can I change Leanne to Corey in my phone?” He asked, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. He hadn’t murdered me, which was a good thing. I nodded.

“Go on” he scoffed, “do the walk of shame by the guys downstairs, and get your ass back over here tomorrow, same time”.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Not only was Matty not annoyed at me, but he had invited me over again! I almost yelped with excitement as I pulled open the bedroom door and took the stairs two at a time. When I reached the end, a loud explosion of cheers rushed through the hallway. At least six or seven college frat boys stood there, clapping and jeering. Some of them whistled as my face burned.

“How about you come in here next time, honey?” One of the older, fitter men said, rubbing his hand across his stubble, “we’ll make you moan louder than little Matty can”.

I forced an awkward laugh and shimmied by them, but not without being groped on the way.

“Damn, I’d clap the fuck out of that” someone said, and slapped my ass hard as I hurried for the door.

When the fresh air finally hit me, I exhaled and laughed. What the fuck went on in that place? I didn’t know then, but I was certainly planning on finding out.