Catfished
Christmas is here! I asked my parents if my “friend” Omar could come and celebrate Christmas with us this year. His family doesn’t celebrate Christmas and so I thought he should come out with my family. My parents agreed even though they did not know that Omar and I were dating yet alone having spectacular sex.
Omar had never celebrated Christmas so I thought that he might enjoy this one. I drove us to the airport where we waited in a lounge for the plane to arrive and be ready.
Omar had never flown first class nor been in a private lounge before. When we were ready to board, he asked why we were boarding first. I looked at him and told him that we were the only ones taking the plane.
“What do you mean that we are the only ones taking the plane?” Omar asked.
“It’s my dad’s plane, why would he use it for the other people there?” I asked back.
We boarded and strapped in for the flight. My father had an estate in the French Riviera where we were going to spend the holidays.
The staff brought us some cheeseburgers and some sodas for the trip. Omar seemed to be stuck in his own head.
“What’s up?”
“Well, Taylor, I knew that you were rich. You have that big house and your Rolls Royce. You have all of those expensive clothes. But I didn’t know that your dad has his own airliner for you guys to use.”
I shrugged. “Is that a big deal?”
“I mean, it’s hard to deal with for me.”
We sat there eating our meals as the plane headed toward the south of France. I didn’t know what to say. I ended up just leaning back in my captain seat and covering myself with a blanket. I was just going to sleep.
When I woke up, Omar was still asleep so I climbed into the chair beside him and kissed him on the forehead. Omar opened his eyes and smiled.
“Wanna have sex on the plane?” I asked with a naughty smile.
Omar tossed off the blanket and undid his pants. He pulled them down just past his hips and then rolled over, offering up that cute Persian butt I love so much.
I guess I was going to top so I undid my pants and I climbed on top of Omar. I pointed my boner toward his tight hole and I slid it inside.
“Oh, Taylor!”
It felt so good as I thrusted into Omar like a dog mounting onto another dog. My penis was getting the dessert it craved after my nap. I had been in Omar’s hole dozens of times while erect but I never got tired of it. I loved the look, the firmness, and the squeeze of his butt.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked.
“Just cum in me, baby,” Omar begged.
I was not there yet but I was enjoying being inside of Omar so much.
“Your butt feels amazing!”
“Give me that cock!”
I pushed up on my arms to get a different angle and I pushed my dick into Omar’s hole as far as I could. I had shown him all of the techniques I knew to stimulate during sex but, sometimes, it is just fun to hump like the animals do.
“I’m gonna cum!” I said as I blasted a huge load deep inside his gut. It felt so good. Maybe sex is more fun on a plane?
I never have bought that the bottom shouldn’t bother to cum. I rolled Omar over and jerked his dick in short, quick blasts as hard as I could. He shot his cum into my mouth as I did not want to have the staff explain to my parents that someone got sperm on the blanket.
The taste of Omar’s cum was like adding cream to a recipe, it seems to always make things better. I had grown to crave that cum.
The staff came not too long afterwards to come pick up the dishes before we landed. I was glad that no one had walked in while I was nutting in my boyfriend.
There was a Maybach ready to give us a ride to the estate. Omar felt me up under his coat while the driver drove us.
Omar asked why we were passing through a gate and I told him that our place had a big fence on the land side of our estate. He asked how big the estate was and I told him that I didn’t know.
We drove through our milelong driveway surrounded by oak trees. Omar kept saying “Are you serious?”. Finally, the house appeared in view. Omar could not believe that we lived here.
“How many bedrooms does this place have?”
“Sixteen plus staff,” I answered.
“That’s crazy! And this is your 2nd home?”
I shrugged. My family owned at least one home on every continent and they were all huge. That was how I grew up.
My mom and siblings came running out of the home to hug me. My mom kissed me like fourteen times. My siblings hugged me. Omar looked overwhelmed.
Omar went to grab his suitcase but the servants took it for him. My mom told him all about the room she had made up for him and that it had a beautiful view of the Mediterranean Sea. I just realized that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in my room unless we snuck around.
My mom had dinner ready for all of us. It was t-bone steaks, mashed potatoes, garlic bread, and veggies with creme brulee for dessert.
“Did your mom make this herself?” Omar asked.
“I expect the chef actually cooked it,” I said.
After dinner, Omar said to me that he didn’t know that I was part of the Downton Abbey family and I told him that actually my family had a lot more money than that family would if it was real.
We played parlour games as a family with Omar. I don’t think he was used to those kinds of games because at first he was very hesitant but slowly warmed up and had a good time.
I said goodnight to Omar and gave him a kiss goodnight.
I woke up so hard that morning as Omar and I had sex almost everyday. My siblings are kind of clingy when I return home so I doubted that we would have a chance to hook up so I rubbed one out.
At first, I pictured Omar sticking his dick inside of me and all the pleasure he was giving me. Then it turned into Omar taking my cock in his adorable butt and all of the cum I made spray out of him. But then it turned back to my first crush, Mike, and his extra large penis. I pictured riding it and how Mike was stretching out my hole in the best way. I finally came while picturing Mike with his butt in the air and me giving it to him doggy style.
Is it bad that you picture someone else besides your boyfriend to help you cum?
The day went by pretty quickly and Omar and I never had a chance to have sex. I masturbated every morning and the thoughts that helped me became less and less Omar centric.
I decided that I would text Omar nudes of me in front of the mirror each night and he would send me some pictures and even videos. I made a video of me jacking off in the morning for him and I was glad that we had something to unite us.
On Christmas Eve, we all went out to a Christmas fair to see all the stands with home made ornaments and decorations. I was mostly excited to try all the different treats, snacks, and food.
One guy came up to me, when I was on my own, and said, “Hey, are you Taylor?”
“I am,” I said, trying to figure out who the guy was. I have met a lot of people and I do have a good memory but I forget people every now and then. I searched my memory but could not find anyone.
“It’s me, Pierre,” he said. “We have chatted before.”
I was pretty sure I did not know him but I was positive that I couldn’t remember him.
“I am having a hard time remembering. When was it?” I asked.
“Two days ago. You don’t remember?” Pierre told me.
“Where did we chat?”
“We chatted on Grindr! I have seen your dick and I sent you my dick!”
I was positive that I had never seen Pierre naked, even though he was good looking. I could guarantee I had never sent anyone my dick on Grindr while in France.
I told Pierre that I had a bad memory and to give me his number. He did and I told him to keep in touch.
I did not know what happened but, when we got back to the house, I downloaded Grindr. I kept my profile blank and searched but I didn’t see anything that looked like me.
I forgot about this and enjoyed Christmas Eve. We had egg nog with cookies and sang Christmas carols. I headed to bed and I stopped by Omar’s room and kissed him goodnight. I told him that tomorrow when it is afternoon and people go for a Christmas Day nap, he and I could find time to have sex.
I woke up with my dick hard but I ran down so that we could all get to the presents. We have a rule that you have to wait for the family. Omar was still sleeping so we decided to let him sleep in. I got lots of great gifts and I was excited to watch Omar open his gifts.
I pulled out my phone and decided to check Grindr again. And I saw a picture of me. It could be anyone who has my Facebook, X, or Instagram who had that picture. I still had a blank profile so I added a picture of the cutest guy I could think of, Mike. I saw that the Taylor profile was just a few hundred yards from me so I messaged it under the new profile.
“Hey there, cute pic.”
My phone buzzed 5 minutes later while I was eating a new sugary cereal that I was excited to try for breakfast.
“You too, cutie.”
“How is it going?”
“Going good, HBU?”
“Great. Enjoying Christmas”
“Yeah, me too”
“Did you open presents?”
“Not yet”
“I just did,” I said, still pretending to be Mike.
“That must be fun,” the impersonator replied.
I decided to escalate the situation “It would be more fun finding a cutie like you under my Christmas tree!”
“Aww thanks!”
“Especially if you were naked,” I said.
“It would be hot to see you naked too,” the person told me back.
“Would you let me see your album?” I had noticed there was an album of locked pictures.
“Do you have any to send back?”
“I sure do!”
“Trade pic for pic?”
I felt bad sending Mike’s nudes that I had saved but I thought it would help and so I did. I should have but I did. I received the album from the fake Taylor.
The album was filled with picture after picture of my dick and butt. How the heck did anyone get these of me?
Then the last one I had was a video. I clicked on it and it was the video of me masturbating for Omar!
That little punk! Not only was Omar cruising Grindr in his bedroom in my family home but he is using my face to get attention. And he is sharing my nudes!
I stopped being furious when I realized that I had just done the same to Mike even though I felt justified in sniffing out this catfish.
I sent a text message back to Mike in Edmonton.
“Mike, I am sorry but I was sniffing out a catfish on Grindr and I used your face and nudes to do it. I shouldn’t have but I did. I am sorry”
Omar came down the stairs to where we had the Christmas tree. He seemed excited to be with all of us.
I turned my phone to vibrate and sent a message that I loved the nudes and that we would meet sometime soon for some hot sex. Omar grabbed his phone and the fake Taylor messaged me back that he was down for that and loved all my nudes. He asked if I had any videos.
I did have videos of Mike jerking off but I didn’t feel like I should send them.
I got a text message.
“Taylor, you’re such a cutie! You have my permission to show anything to anyone you feel should.” Mike said, sending a bunch of the hottest cumming videos I have ever seen. I sent one to ‘Taylor’ and watched Omar pick up his phone.
I didn’t say anything and played clueless for the rest of the day. I knew Omar couldn’t meet anyone because all of the pictures were of me.
I continued messaging the fake Taylor over the rest of the Christmas vacation and decided that I would confront Omar about all of this when we got back.
I did have sex a couple of times with Omar when we managed to sneak off. The sex was actually amazing as I knew I should not be making him cum while so angry at him.
“Wow, this waiting has really paid off!” Omar said after our second time having sex in his room.
We flew back with our gifts back to the UK. Omar and I had sex twice on the plane. I drove him back to his house and helped him unload his gifts. His roommate was not home so we had sex a once more time.
I drove home and I unpacked my stuff. I pulled out my phone and sent Omar a text:
“So, how come you used my photos on Grindr? Why were you on Grindr in the first place?
Why did you use my nudes?????”
Thanks for reading. Stay tuned for more. This is a story about Taylor and is part of the thread called "Gay Sex Changed My Life"
Christmas is here! I asked my parents if my “friend” Omar could come and celebrate Christmas with us this year. His family doesn’t celebrate Christmas and so I thought he should come out with my family. My parents agreed even though they did not know that Omar and I were dating yet alone having spectacular sex.
Omar had never celebrated Christmas so I thought that he might enjoy this one. I drove us to the airport where we waited in a lounge for the plane to arrive and be ready.
Omar had never flown first class nor been in a private lounge before. When we were ready to board, he asked why we were boarding first. I looked at him and told him that we were the only ones taking the plane.
“What do you mean that we are the only ones taking the plane?” Omar asked.
“It’s my dad’s plane, why would he use it for the other people there?” I asked back.
We boarded and strapped in for the flight. My father had an estate in the French Riviera where we were going to spend the holidays.
The staff brought us some cheeseburgers and some sodas for the trip. Omar seemed to be stuck in his own head.
“What’s up?”
“Well, Taylor, I knew that you were rich. You have that big house and your Rolls Royce. You have all of those expensive clothes. But I didn’t know that your dad has his own airliner for you guys to use.”
I shrugged. “Is that a big deal?”
“I mean, it’s hard to deal with for me.”
We sat there eating our meals as the plane headed toward the south of France. I didn’t know what to say. I ended up just leaning back in my captain seat and covering myself with a blanket. I was just going to sleep.
When I woke up, Omar was still asleep so I climbed into the chair beside him and kissed him on the forehead. Omar opened his eyes and smiled.
“Wanna have sex on the plane?” I asked with a naughty smile.
Omar tossed off the blanket and undid his pants. He pulled them down just past his hips and then rolled over, offering up that cute Persian butt I love so much.
I guess I was going to top so I undid my pants and I climbed on top of Omar. I pointed my boner toward his tight hole and I slid it inside.
“Oh, Taylor!”
It felt so good as I thrusted into Omar like a dog mounting onto another dog. My penis was getting the dessert it craved after my nap. I had been in Omar’s hole dozens of times while erect but I never got tired of it. I loved the look, the firmness, and the squeeze of his butt.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked.
“Just cum in me, baby,” Omar begged.
I was not there yet but I was enjoying being inside of Omar so much.
“Your butt feels amazing!”
“Give me that cock!”
I pushed up on my arms to get a different angle and I pushed my dick into Omar’s hole as far as I could. I had shown him all of the techniques I knew to stimulate during sex but, sometimes, it is just fun to hump like the animals do.
“I’m gonna cum!” I said as I blasted a huge load deep inside his gut. It felt so good. Maybe sex is more fun on a plane?
I never have bought that the bottom shouldn’t bother to cum. I rolled Omar over and jerked his dick in short, quick blasts as hard as I could. He shot his cum into my mouth as I did not want to have the staff explain to my parents that someone got sperm on the blanket.
The taste of Omar’s cum was like adding cream to a recipe, it seems to always make things better. I had grown to crave that cum.
The staff came not too long afterwards to come pick up the dishes before we landed. I was glad that no one had walked in while I was nutting in my boyfriend.
There was a Maybach ready to give us a ride to the estate. Omar felt me up under his coat while the driver drove us.
Omar asked why we were passing through a gate and I told him that our place had a big fence on the land side of our estate. He asked how big the estate was and I told him that I didn’t know.
We drove through our milelong driveway surrounded by oak trees. Omar kept saying “Are you serious?”. Finally, the house appeared in view. Omar could not believe that we lived here.
“How many bedrooms does this place have?”
“Sixteen plus staff,” I answered.
“That’s crazy! And this is your 2nd home?”
I shrugged. My family owned at least one home on every continent and they were all huge. That was how I grew up.
My mom and siblings came running out of the home to hug me. My mom kissed me like fourteen times. My siblings hugged me. Omar looked overwhelmed.
Omar went to grab his suitcase but the servants took it for him. My mom told him all about the room she had made up for him and that it had a beautiful view of the Mediterranean Sea. I just realized that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in my room unless we snuck around.
My mom had dinner ready for all of us. It was t-bone steaks, mashed potatoes, garlic bread, and veggies with creme brulee for dessert.
“Did your mom make this herself?” Omar asked.
“I expect the chef actually cooked it,” I said.
After dinner, Omar said to me that he didn’t know that I was part of the Downton Abbey family and I told him that actually my family had a lot more money than that family would if it was real.
We played parlour games as a family with Omar. I don’t think he was used to those kinds of games because at first he was very hesitant but slowly warmed up and had a good time.
I said goodnight to Omar and gave him a kiss goodnight.
I woke up so hard that morning as Omar and I had sex almost everyday. My siblings are kind of clingy when I return home so I doubted that we would have a chance to hook up so I rubbed one out.
At first, I pictured Omar sticking his dick inside of me and all the pleasure he was giving me. Then it turned into Omar taking my cock in his adorable butt and all of the cum I made spray out of him. But then it turned back to my first crush, Mike, and his extra large penis. I pictured riding it and how Mike was stretching out my hole in the best way. I finally came while picturing Mike with his butt in the air and me giving it to him doggy style.
Is it bad that you picture someone else besides your boyfriend to help you cum?
The day went by pretty quickly and Omar and I never had a chance to have sex. I masturbated every morning and the thoughts that helped me became less and less Omar centric.
I decided that I would text Omar nudes of me in front of the mirror each night and he would send me some pictures and even videos. I made a video of me jacking off in the morning for him and I was glad that we had something to unite us.
On Christmas Eve, we all went out to a Christmas fair to see all the stands with home made ornaments and decorations. I was mostly excited to try all the different treats, snacks, and food.
One guy came up to me, when I was on my own, and said, “Hey, are you Taylor?”
“I am,” I said, trying to figure out who the guy was. I have met a lot of people and I do have a good memory but I forget people every now and then. I searched my memory but could not find anyone.
“It’s me, Pierre,” he said. “We have chatted before.”
I was pretty sure I did not know him but I was positive that I couldn’t remember him.
“I am having a hard time remembering. When was it?” I asked.
“Two days ago. You don’t remember?” Pierre told me.
“Where did we chat?”
“We chatted on Grindr! I have seen your dick and I sent you my dick!”
I was positive that I had never seen Pierre naked, even though he was good looking. I could guarantee I had never sent anyone my dick on Grindr while in France.
I told Pierre that I had a bad memory and to give me his number. He did and I told him to keep in touch.
I did not know what happened but, when we got back to the house, I downloaded Grindr. I kept my profile blank and searched but I didn’t see anything that looked like me.
I forgot about this and enjoyed Christmas Eve. We had egg nog with cookies and sang Christmas carols. I headed to bed and I stopped by Omar’s room and kissed him goodnight. I told him that tomorrow when it is afternoon and people go for a Christmas Day nap, he and I could find time to have sex.
I woke up with my dick hard but I ran down so that we could all get to the presents. We have a rule that you have to wait for the family. Omar was still sleeping so we decided to let him sleep in. I got lots of great gifts and I was excited to watch Omar open his gifts.
I pulled out my phone and decided to check Grindr again. And I saw a picture of me. It could be anyone who has my Facebook, X, or Instagram who had that picture. I still had a blank profile so I added a picture of the cutest guy I could think of, Mike. I saw that the Taylor profile was just a few hundred yards from me so I messaged it under the new profile.
“Hey there, cute pic.”
My phone buzzed 5 minutes later while I was eating a new sugary cereal that I was excited to try for breakfast.
“You too, cutie.”
“How is it going?”
“Going good, HBU?”
“Great. Enjoying Christmas”
“Yeah, me too”
“Did you open presents?”
“Not yet”
“I just did,” I said, still pretending to be Mike.
“That must be fun,” the impersonator replied.
I decided to escalate the situation “It would be more fun finding a cutie like you under my Christmas tree!”
“Aww thanks!”
“Especially if you were naked,” I said.
“It would be hot to see you naked too,” the person told me back.
“Would you let me see your album?” I had noticed there was an album of locked pictures.
“Do you have any to send back?”
“I sure do!”
“Trade pic for pic?”
I felt bad sending Mike’s nudes that I had saved but I thought it would help and so I did. I should have but I did. I received the album from the fake Taylor.
The album was filled with picture after picture of my dick and butt. How the heck did anyone get these of me?
Then the last one I had was a video. I clicked on it and it was the video of me masturbating for Omar!
That little punk! Not only was Omar cruising Grindr in his bedroom in my family home but he is using my face to get attention. And he is sharing my nudes!
I stopped being furious when I realized that I had just done the same to Mike even though I felt justified in sniffing out this catfish.
I sent a text message back to Mike in Edmonton.
“Mike, I am sorry but I was sniffing out a catfish on Grindr and I used your face and nudes to do it. I shouldn’t have but I did. I am sorry”
Omar came down the stairs to where we had the Christmas tree. He seemed excited to be with all of us.
I turned my phone to vibrate and sent a message that I loved the nudes and that we would meet sometime soon for some hot sex. Omar grabbed his phone and the fake Taylor messaged me back that he was down for that and loved all my nudes. He asked if I had any videos.
I did have videos of Mike jerking off but I didn’t feel like I should send them.
I got a text message.
“Taylor, you’re such a cutie! You have my permission to show anything to anyone you feel should.” Mike said, sending a bunch of the hottest cumming videos I have ever seen. I sent one to ‘Taylor’ and watched Omar pick up his phone.
I didn’t say anything and played clueless for the rest of the day. I knew Omar couldn’t meet anyone because all of the pictures were of me.
I continued messaging the fake Taylor over the rest of the Christmas vacation and decided that I would confront Omar about all of this when we got back.
I did have sex a couple of times with Omar when we managed to sneak off. The sex was actually amazing as I knew I should not be making him cum while so angry at him.
“Wow, this waiting has really paid off!” Omar said after our second time having sex in his room.
We flew back with our gifts back to the UK. Omar and I had sex twice on the plane. I drove him back to his house and helped him unload his gifts. His roommate was not home so we had sex a once more time.
I drove home and I unpacked my stuff. I pulled out my phone and sent Omar a text:
“So, how come you used my photos on Grindr? Why were you on Grindr in the first place?
Why did you use my nudes?????”
Thanks for reading. Stay tuned for more. This is a story about Taylor and is part of the thread called "Gay Sex Changed My Life"
