Catfish (Patreon)

The new schedule will start from next week. This week I've got some smoking hot commissions to post, plus this short 2 part story (I'll try get the second part done today, but latest, tomorrow). This week will also have one admin day so I can get the master list fully updated to make things easier for people.

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

When the idea struck me, I knew it was wrong. Every logical part of my brain told me not to do it, but the urge was too much to handle. I'd overheard him with his friends earlier that morning, gloating about the fact that he could have any chick in the town.

"Bullshit" one of his pals scoffed, but Matty Tyler insisted.

"Have you see these arms?" He said seriously, and flexed his muscles inside his sweaty grey t-shirt, "have you seen these fucking abs, bro?" He added, lifting the fabric up to reveal a washboard that I longed to lick. "You're telling me any chick in her right mind would say no to this shit?" He made a sound with his mouth, and shook his head. "No fucking chance".

I didn't doubt him. Matty Tyler was the hottest man I'd ever known. He was only nineteen, which meant that with any luck, he'd have countless more years of being fucking beautiful left. He was the type of guy who looked as though he'd been crafted rather than birthed. He had a mix of hotness and cuteness crammed into a shredded body, and it was no secret that he was extremely liberal in his choice of women.

Matty was nothing short of a sex addict, and he was very open about the fact. Rumour had it that in one weekend, the guy could bone up to ten women! It was times like that, that I wished I'd been born with a vagina instead of a pathetic cock.

So as I sat there that warm morning, secretly listening to Matty discussing how breathtakingly awesome he was, it struck me.

As far as I could tell, Matty wasn't the most intelligent young man in the world, so what was stopping me, a lowly nerd with a knack for computers, from becoming one of the women whom Matty was so confident that he could get? Even the idea of it made me shiver with excitement, so that evening, despite every alarm buzzing in my brain, I created Leanne.

Leanne was a college freshman who lived two towns over. She was far enough away that Matty wouldn't be too interested in making the trip, but close enough that I could entice him with the lewd images I'd found online. It took less than an hour for me to create the profile and message him, and half that time for him to reply.

It started off casual, and Matty gave very little away. I wanted to see the thing between his legs that made so many girls wild, but instead, we shared back and forth chit chat for longer than I had hoped.

He asked me mundane questions, and I returned them. He spoke about himself, and I did, too. Back and forth, over and over, and it wasn't until the very last message of the evening when Matty gave me a slight teaser.

"Night" he said, and accompanied the message with an image of himself in bed, from his chest down, wearing a pair of white, skin tight boxer briefs. The bulge was everything I had hoped for, and looked even hotter than it did when I'd spy it during gym class. Before I had a chance to pump myself to orgasm, the image disappeared, and I lay back on the pillow with an unwavering erection.

"Goodnight Matty" I whispered to myself.

In the days that followed the first night, Matty and Leanne spoke at length. Our conversations often lasted way into the early hours of the morning, and astonishingly, I began to enjoy the chats almost as much as the random photographs.

It was clear to see that Matty enjoyed showing off his body, and why wouldn't he? The guy was a freaking Adonis, and every image he sent me, was permanently saved to my mental wank bank. Alas, whilst the images had become more risqué, he had yet to reveal the goods.

I'd seen Matty in his underwear countless times since we began speaking. Sometimes he'd lie in bed, sometimes he'd stand in the mirror in his bedroom. Sometimes he'd sit down, sometimes he take it from above. He was evidently in love with himself almost as much as I was in love with him.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing on an app like this?" He asked, "surely you don't need apps to get laid".

How did girls fall for this shit? I smiled at the phone and replied.

"I could say the same about you".

I watched as he began to type, and read the message with another erection.

"I can't lie" he said, "I just really love sex".

"Oh yeah? How much?"

This message took longer to type, but when he sent it, my eyes widened.

"Very much... Put it this way, if I was with you right now, there's only one thing we'd be doing all night, babe. I'd fuck morning, noon, night and day. 24/7 if I could. Honestly, I haven't even met a person I wouldn't fuck. As long as they're of age, I'd tap that shit all damn night".

I read the message again. Surely Matty was exaggerating, but the idea was extremely hot. I could have brushed it off, but now I was curious.

"So there isn't one person who you wouldn't fuck?" I typed, with a smile on my face.

"Nope".

I cocked a brow. Perhaps I wasn't understanding him correctly.

"Older women?" I asked, eager to gauge his reaction.

"You bet".

My heart began to race.

"What about girls you don't find attractive?"

"I find sex attractive".

Now I was beginning to feel beads of sweat form on my forehead. Part of me didn't want to ask the question for fear that my ultimate fantasy would be destroyed in seconds, but the other part of me had to.

"So you'd fuck guys?" I asked, adding a few laughing emojis to ease the awkwardness and give myself a way out.

Matty began to type, then stopped, and those minutes were the longest of my life. When he started again, I held my breath, and didn't release it until the message appeared on screen.

"If I was horny enough, sure. I ain't gay though, I'd much prefer having you on my dick".

I almost fell from my chair. Had Matty Tyler just admitted that he'd fuck a guy given the right circumstances? I swallowed a lump in my throat and wiped my sweaty hands on my pants. "Holy shit" I whispered, and punched back the only reply I could think of.

"That's pretty hot, ngl".

Matty sent a snap almost instantly, and when I opened it, I could do nothing else but jerk my cock.

Still concealed in his tight underwear, Matty's long, thick erection coiled across his thigh like a sleeping snake. His hand squeezed the base through the fabric, giving a comparison which made my mouth water. Matty was huge, in every sense of the word, but the message written above is what sent sperm shooting from my prick.

"Maybe you can watch me fuck a homo some time?"