DENNIS:

    When I was little I assumed I was into girls, mostly because the adults around me always expected that from me. As far back as I can remember, people always asked if I had a girlfriend or if I thought a certain girl was pretty. It wasn't until I got to middle school that I realized I might be into boys, and it happened in the weirdest way possible: by watching my best friend get spanked by his dad.

    We were about 11 or 12, and my buddy and I were passing a football around at his house. We knew we weren't supposed to do it indoors but we didn't care. What ended up happening was my friend threw the ball straight at the TV, smashing it. His dad showed up, red in the face with anger, and grabbed my buddy right in front of me, bending him over his knees and pulling down the back of his pants, spanking his bare butt for almost a minute. To my friend's horror and humiliation, I stood and I watched every smack. Thankfully, both he and his father were too busy to notice that the scene had given me a raging boner. 

    Over the next couple of years, I watched a lot of spanking videos online. I'd seen every combination possible: man-on-man, man-on-woman, woman-on-man… All of them excited me in various ways, but my interest was especially piqued by the male-male videos, specifically: older men spanking younger, slimmer guys. 

    During that time, all of my friends were succumbing to a growing interest in girls, so I pretended to take part in that just so I wouldn't stand out. I even hooked up with a couple of girls, never really going too far, but just enough to develop a reputation. Little did everyone know that at the end of the day I was going home and jacking off to gay spanking porn. Other than that, I didn't have much of a sex life, even after starting high school. I catfished a couple of guys on dating apps when I felt horny, but none of it lasted very long because I blocked them as soon as they asked to meet up in person.

    When my parents sent me to live with my grandfather in Pennsylvania, I had no idea I would be moving right next door to the very first person to suck my dick: Finn. I could tell Finn had a lot of sexperience under his belt – I saw it for myself when I spied on him having sex with his two identical brothers in their basement. The next day, when Finn and I were alone in my bedroom, I made sure to casually mention that "I could really use a blowjob." Finn was up for it and it didn't take long for me to shoot my load down his throat. 

    That night, I was invited to the triplets' basement for a New Year's party. I met some of the kids I'd be going to school with, and all in all it was a decent time, even though I was mostly sober. After midnight, Finn took me up to his room where he sucked my dick yet again. Somehow, I had a feeling we'd be doing a lot of that while I was here. Maybe Stag Meadow Lane wasn't so bad after all.

    Two days later, I would see Finn again, this time in Math class. It was my first day at my new school and I'd already met a bunch of new teachers, all of whom were nice to me since they knew I was the principal's grandson. My last class for the day was Math and I took a seat next to Finn in the back of the classroom.

    "So what's this guy like?" I asked Finn when a handsome man in his 30s walked into the classroom. 

    "No idea, it's my first time taking a class with him. He only started here last semester," Finn revealed.

    The teacher introduced himself as Ross Crane, and I found myself intrigued as soon as I heard him speak. There was just something… sexy about him; certainly sexier than all of the other teachers I'd met at this school. Yes, I was attracted to Finn, but Finn was my age. A part of me was REALLY into older guys like Mr. Crane. Before that first class was over, I found myself daydreaming about him bending me over his knee in front of the entire class and spanking my bare ass for misbehaving.

    Over the next few days, I asked around school to find out more about Mr. Crane. People didn't know too much about him, but the absence of a wedding band indicated he might be single. Some people even speculated he might be gay, saying he'd been spotted around town on what might be dates with guys. And then on Friday evening, I got a genius idea!

    The school's football team, led by Finn's brother Wyatt as quarterback, was playing a game. I sat in the bleachers with Finn and Mason, watching their brother play, when I spotted Mr. Crane on the other side of the field, paying more attention to his phone than the game. That's when it hit me. Doing my best to be discreet, I opened up a couple of gay hookup apps on my phone, using my old catfishing profiles. Sure enough, Mr. Crane was the top hit on one of them, located merely 240 feet away from me. His was one of the few profiles to feature a face pic amongst all the headless torsos round here.

    I noticed Mr. Crane's head suddenly look up from his phone to glance around casually. He'd likely seen my profile pop up and wondered where I was. Thankfully, it was a full stadium so it was hard to spot someone. My catfishing profile featured pics from a guy in his early 20's. Not seeing that face in the crowd, Mr. Crane returned his attention to his own screen. Something told me that he wasn't the type to send the first message, so I shot him a quick "hey" and then took a look at his profile. 

    The pics I saw were definitely hotter than I expected. There were shirtless photos, showing off a very chiseled upper body, complete with washboard abs and cum gutters. A photo of Mr. Crane's ass (with no face showing) made it clear that he trained the rest of his body just as hard. The text of the profile made it clear that he was kinky and liked to take charge. It mentioned that he was a "dom" and that he was open to "all kinds of play." I felt myself getting hard in my pants sitting there in the bleachers. Luckily all the people sitting close to me were enthralled by the football game.

    A reply of "Hello there" finally came, just as I was starting to think he would ignore me. He was a teacher at a school function, after all. Then again, since he was on the app in the first place, maybe he didn't give a shit about stuff like that.

    "You're really hot" I wrote, suddenly feeling a little off my game. I felt like I'd gotten pretty good at catfishing, but this was the first time doing it to someone who I actually knew from my daily life, let alone someone who I could see sitting a short distance away.

    "Are you a student here?" was his response, seeming to disregard my compliment.

    "No. I'm in college. My little sister is a cheerleader," I wrote back.

    That seemed to get him to let his guard down a little, and he immediately started asking me questions about myself. Being careful to stick to the details of my fake profile, I chatted with him and was shocked at how quickly he got me to open up about my sex life (or really, lack thereof). I confessed that I was a "virgin with guys" other than receiving a couple of blowjobs.

    When he asked what kind of guy I was looking for, I replied that I wanted to find a "dom top," which was a term I'd seen a lot online. The older daddies I liked to jerk off to all seemed to fall into that category. Crane was clearly intrigued, and I felt a thrill knowing that he might be a guy like that, who was into younger guys like me (or at least like the guy in the pictures I was using).

    He asked if had more pics, and I grabbed some of the best ones from the stash I had. I sent a few dick pics that I'd carefully chosen to match the complexion and build of my fake identity. I was hard as a rock while I anticipated what I might get in return.

     I was not disappointed. Crane sent several pics of his naked lower body, and his cock actually made my mouth water. Long and thick, his tool looked perfect to me. I stared and felt my heart race as I examined each vein on the shaft and the flared ridge of the wide head, all while holding my phone close to me so no one else could see.

    It was driving me crazy and I couldn't help but begin to rub my crotch as discreetly as possible. I'd jacked off in public before, but never while surrounded by hundreds of people! The crowd only added to the excitement, not to mention the illicit dick pics from my teacher. The noise of the game had somehow faded into the background and all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat and my own breathing.

    The last pic Crane sent was of his dick resting in the crack of someone's smooth, dark-skinned ass. A thick white load, clearly fresh from Crane's cock, was spread across the lucky guy's tailbone.

    "How'd you like to have some of this deep inside you?" he messaged. Just then, the crowd suddenly jumped to their feet and began going wild. I glanced up at the field, my head swimming, and barely processed that it was Wyatt who had scored a touchdown. My eyes returned to the huge load of cum on my screen – Mr. Crane's cum...

    The whole thing became overwhelming, and since everyone's attention was on the field, I just let myself go and busted a nut in my pants, right there on the bleachers. I closed my eyes at the most intense part, making sure to darken my phone screen as I continued to picture Mr. Crane's hot cock blasting a load on my own ass instead of the one in the pic.

    I was catching my breath just as everyone was starting to sit back down. I glanced over at Mr. Crane, and realized he was looking my way. We made eye contact for a moment before I quickly looked away. I put my phone in my pocket and kept it there for the rest of the game, only checking the app once I got back to my grandfather's house.

    There was only one message from Crane:

   "Hope you enjoyed the game tonight. Chat me again sometime."​​