It’s 6 in the morning and I’m working out downstairs. I don’t know why I bother with Grindr at this hour. It gives me something to do between sets, I guess. Usually, only that 47yo farmer tries to chat with me. Today is different.
I get a message from an fit indian guy, a runner. “Looking?” he asks.
“I’m looking for something to suck on,” I tell him.
“I’m looking to be sucked,” he says.
Hot and compatible interests. That’s all you need on Grindr. We arrange to meet later that afternoon.
Strangely, he goes silent the rest of the day. I drive up to his apartment, and it turns out he’s the fucking superintendent.
I’m convinced it’s a prank. I buzz in, and he takes a minute to answer. I tell the voice I’m here for an appointment. “About the app.”
“OK come up,” he says.
When he answers the door, my fears are allayed. He’s in his boxer shorts. He has a runner’s body, with a perfectly flat tummy. His chest is covered in black hair, the same colour as his short beard. His large dog excitedly jumps up at me.
“Sorry I fell asleep until now.” He leads me to his room, banishes the dog, and goes to wash up. I look around his room. It’s messy, but the bed is made. I put my hand down my pants, determined to be hard before we start, for once.
He comes in and sheds his underwear, his uncut cock hangs down, flaccid as well. We haven’t really chatted about what we want to do. He lays on the bed and flicks it up at me, smiles.
I get between his legs and suck on it until it grows hard. He relaxes, lets me work on him.
“Is your ass clean?” He asks.
I change direction and sit on his chest. From this angle, I slowly eat his cock and prepare to gag.
But it doesn’t happen.
Instead, I feel it slide into my throat, and keep going, until my chin hits bone. I smell his sweet musk under his balls.
I’m flabbergasted. What the fuck– I can deep throat now. I guess nearly choking on that engaged Asian guy’s cock had a lasting effect.
I feel a slick finger pushing into my anus. It feels foreign, and my ass muscles clench shut. I gasp and lay my cheek against his thigh as he forces in another finger, pries me open. I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels good, but I don’t know what will happen, and fearing the ultimate embarrassment, I pull away.
I’m laying on my belly and he gets up now. I feel the warmth of his body as he lays on top of me. His cock presses against my crack, and he starts to hump.
I can feel his hot breath on my ear. “Do you want me in you?”
“Not today,” I tell him. “It would be the first time.”
He slows up, but keeps on humping, his penis slipping further in, dangerously close to my anus. He wouldn’t, would he?
I need to think of something else in a hurry. I turn to my side and bring my mouth closer to his.
It works. We kiss.
But it is more than a kiss. We’re making out. I think back to the last time I made out with the 20yo Adam. I didn’t like it. But something is different this time.
He presses his tongue into my mouth, and I realize what is different. Minty fresh. I can see the box of Excel gum on his desk. Seriously? Is that all it takes to seduce me into kissing a man?
His beard is soft against my skin, and I push back with my tongue until I’m leading. We are sideways now, hands frantically exploring each other’s bodies.
When I’ve had enough, I push him over, and sit on his chest. He’d been nibbling at it earlier, so I know this will work. Sure enough, he opens his mouth. I put my palms on his bed and slide in.
Then I feel his finger again, pressing into my anus.
“Oh my god, that feels good,” I utter, as I fuck his mouth. I have never felt this much pleasure before, from the front and back at the same time.
Too much. It only takes few seconds. “I’m gonna…” I have no choice, there’s no time to warn him, and we didn’t discuss it in advance. I pull out quickly, arching my back over him, trying to keep it in.
Instead, we watch as my penis erupts, white cum welling up and spilling over the edge like an old drinking fountain. It soaks into his chest hairs. It’s going to be messy, so I pull back and spill my load all over his penis instead.
He stares at me. What is he thinking?
“Sorry,” I tell him, grinning sheepishly. “Let me clean that up for you.”
I put my mouth around him and taste my own cum, sweet and bleachy. Messily I bob and lick and blow him.
“Oh man that’s so hot,” he tells me, staring with his large brown eyes.
He scoops up some cum from his abs with his finger. “Clean that up,” he says, and presses it to my lips. I suck it clean, then I lick as much I can from his taut tummy before moving back to his penis.
“Yeah suck my cock,” he tells me. He puts one hand on my head and starts to hump from below, eyes shut in quiet concentration.
In a moment I taste his cum. It gushes thickly onto my tongue. He watches with interest so I stare into his brown eyes and let some dribble out of my mouth. It runs down his penis and settles on his pubes. I lick his cock until it’s as clean as before I started. And a whole lot softer.
When we pull on our clothes, he asks me if I’m going downtown. “Can you give me a lift?”
“Sure,” I tell him. Who needs Uber, when you’ve got Grindr?
We talk on the way. He’s bi too, and we share stories. I tell him how I was first seduced. It happened three months ago, with a 19yo in his dad’s SUV.
Then he tells me his story. His girlfriend broke up with him when she learned he was bi, even though he had never done anything. She couldn’t handle it.
Once, at a party with his friends, he won at a game of ball-toss, and his friend offered him a handjob as reward. He dismissed it, and didn’t think anything of it, until one day he found this same friend sprawled out on his bed. That’s how it happened.
He’s fun to talk to, and we seem to click.
“Some day when I am married, you and I are going to be good friends,” he laughs, as he leaves my car.