brown – Grindr Fantasies

Zoom Meeting

I’ve been busy this summer with lots of travel. Today I’m in Toronto and staying at a small hotel on Spadina & Queen. The room is a loft, with a bed in the centre of the room, a work desk behind it, and a large window encompassing the whole wall. I can look right into the offices across the street.

A brown guy is interested in seeing me. I first saw him last year, when I was last in Toronto, and he brought over a random 3rd guy. I sucked off both of them. Now he’s back, and he wants to experience my mouth again. This time just for him. But he has an interesting proposal.

He wants me to edge him during his meeting. Only catch is it might be more than 40 minutes. Can I edge him for that long? Sure.

The boutique hotel isn’t the greatest for discretion. The receptionist has a tiny desk that faces the elevator, about a metre away from it. Instead, I go down the stairwell. He’s waiting beside the emergency exit and I push it open to let him in. I take him up past bins of pillows and cleaning supplies to my room and show him around. We both look out the huge window at the office workers in the next building. They are sitting at their designer desks working.

“I’ll close the curtains,” I tell him.

“No, leave them open.”

I show him where he can set up his laptop and he does and pulls out some earbuds. After he logs, in he starts zoom and joins the meeting.

“The camera’s off, right?” I ask him.

“Oh god yes,” he says and settles down into the chair. A woman appears on the screen. She just sits there, waiting for the meeting to start.

I strip down and soon I’m under the desk, trying not to get tangled in the cords that go up to the lamp and clock radio. He spreads his legs open for me. From the waist up he’s dressed business casual in a collared shirt. From the waist down he’s in his briefs. I lean over and nuzzle his balls through the fabric.

He leans back in the chair, exposing more of his crotch to me. His large dick strains against the cloth and I bury my face in it and suck in the scent of musk and fabric softener. Before long, he reaches down and slides them off. I help him pull them down his legs. His uncut dick is not long, but super thick at the base, like a cone.

“Get over here,” he says, motioning beside him. He gets up and pushes the chair away, and I crawl out from under the tiny desk. Still facing the computer, he sticks out his hairy ass. I bring my face over to it and start to lick, pressing into it to get farther. He reaches behind and pulls back the cheeks so I can tongue his anus. I run my tongue all around his butt cheeks and flick at his anus and I can hear him moaning.

He crouches down further, forcing me down so I’m almost lying on the floor and he sits on my face, moaning as I flutter my tongue around his puckered anus. I reach up and grab his dick. It is hot and heavy in my fist, and I stroke him while I lick. Squatting is hard though and soon he pulls the chair back over and sits down.

I look at the screen and the woman is still talking, oblivious to the sex going on in front of her. I feel his hand at the back of my head, pulling me down and I’m forced into his crotch again. I do what I do best, but slowly. I need to conserve my energy for the full 40 minutes. My knees are hurting against he hardwood floor but I keep it up, slowly sucking his dick.

“The meeting is finishing soon,” he tells me. “Better keep edging if you want that load.” I continue to roll my tongue around his dick and bob my head up and down.

“Fuck, some idiot’s asking questions… I want to cummmmm…”

Suddenly he grabs his ear buds out and flings them onto the table. His hands fly to my head and he starts moving it for me, plunging his dick in and out of my mouth. He goes faster and faster and I can’t do anything but try to keep my mouth circular and suck so it doesn’t slip out.

He stops and lets go. “Just get on the bed.” He jumps up and goes around the desk to the bed, and lays back on the pillow. “Get over here.”

I get up, feel my knees crack and then kneel down on soft white bed sheet between his legs. He’s holding his dick out for me. I grab it with my lips and start to bob up and down.

“Oh you’re going to get that load soon,” he says. His breath quickens and I can feel his dick harden between my lips. It’s just him flexing it, but it feels just like the pulses. I don’t taste anything yet.

He puts one hand on my head and pushes it down, showing me the speed he wants and it is very fast. I try my best to conform, not even daring to breath as I get pushed over and over onto his dick. “I’m cumming,” he tells me, and I feel a watery load gush out of him. It quickly fills my mouth and I’m forced to swallow. He relaxes, stops moving my head and lays back on the pillow, with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face.

“You’re going to write about this, right?” he asks hopefully.

A bit rough

Oh my god. That was intense. I stumble from the bathroom in the nature building, and ruffle my hand through my hair, trying to flatten it back down.

Well, I still had no idea but I’d gotten a tidbit of information. He was brown.

I smile to myself smugly. It figures, and fits with my theory I tell everybody who will listen. Brown guys are rough and given the opportunity, will treat you like their personal fuck toy. You don’t need to breathe. Suck it up, slut.

I still have no idea who he was. Obviously we had met before – he knew what I liked. When we’d talked on Snapchat I faked my way through. Of course I remember you 😂. I pull up my spreadsheet and go back through the dates, searching for Brown. At last I find him.

2018-12-17, 19yo brown. A bit rough.

Actually, his SC has a first name and I before I can help myself, I’ve pulled up a picture of him from the school paper. Yup, that’s him. President of the student union. Not bad.

A few days later I text him, we flirt a little.

Come to my office. UCC 340.

I show up at the appointed time. It’s a non-descript hallway, with only a numbered white door. I text that I’m there and he lets me inside.

He’s in business casual and has a desk, a laptop on it and decades-old binders of student-union documents on shelves around him. I feel like I’m visiting the principal’s office. Except I’m 40 and he’s 22. What the fuck am I doing?

He stands up behind his desk, and I see his hardon through his business casual slacks. “Take your clothes off. All of them. I want you naked,” he orders.

I do so, piling them in front of the door. I nervously look at the doorknob. “Is it safe?” I ask.

“It’s locked. Don’t worry.”

I walk up to him, cold and nude, and he puts his hands on my shoulders, pressing me down. I kneel down in front of him. Suddenly, I panic. What if he’s filming this?

He grabs my head, pressing it into his crotch. “Smell it,” he says. “Do you like that, fag?”

“MMmmmm hmm” I say, my face mashed against the fabric of his pants. I open my mouth and I feel the fabric wetting in my mouth, absorbing my saliva. I take a deep breath, infused with the scent of fabric softener and it makes me hard.

He grinds into me for a minute. After a while I I look up, stare straight into his face, hook my fingers under his waistband and pull his pants down. Instantly, his brown dick, now semi-hard sticks out at me.

He grabs me by the ears to hold me steady and rams his dick against my lips. I open up and feel it slide up against my tongue, lengthening with each thrust. He fucks my mouth a while, then sits on his office chair, pulling me with him so my face is against his lap.

His legs are squeezing together more tightly now against my torso, locking me in. “You’re just where you need to be, fag.” He holds my head and he’s slamming me down, again and again. My lips are on fire, I keep curling them over my teeth. Whenever I feel my teeth scrape against his skin I think I have failed, so I curl them over, only to be slammed against his pubic bone.

His belly is moving now, almost gyrating, synchronized with his laboured breathing as he uses my mouth and throat to masturbate himself. I can no longer breathe, because I can no longer synchronize my breaths with his thrusts. I am at his mercy now, I try to disconnect my mind. Yes, you need air, but you can breathe later. Be at peace. I allow him to move me. He works my head up and down so fast my lips are burning now as they rake against the skin of his cock, and I give up trying to hold in my spit, letting it drain out down over his balls.

Nothing changes, except his thighs grip my body like a vice as I suddenly taste his sperm flooding my mouth. If I were in control, I would stop now in case he gets sensitive, but he keeps his grip on my face and mouth fucks me a minute longer until he’s done emptying himself into his toy.

Finally, he releases me and I suck in a lungful of air around his dick, and collapse there, with my ass in the air, my face in his lap, and wait as his penis softens and spills the last of his cum. I let it sit in my mouth, appreciating its taste, somewhat like chemicals – he must be a coffee drinker – before I swallow a drop.

He grabs a box of tissues from his desk, takes out a giant handful, and wipes down his balls, then offers me the box. “Thanks,” I tell him. I notice that some of them come away pink, and realize with embarrassment what must have happened. “Sorry, I think I must have bit my lip,” I tell him. “No big deal.”

Once I have my clothes back on, I bid him farewell. “Thanks for the productive meeting,” I tell him, before the door swings shut.

Cuddles

This hairy chest invites me over one morning. He’s free all day so I finish up what I’m doing and message that I’m free. As I’m about to knock on his door I realize two things: 1) We haven’t exchanged any face pics and 2) he told me not to knock, just message.

The door opens a crack and I slide in. He’s tall and muscular, and brown, and standing in his tight red boxer briefs and a shirt. Christmas was a few days ago and a Christmas tree is lit up in the corner and a few small appliance boxes opened and not yet unboxed scattered around the tree.

“Did you have a nice Christmas?” he asks, making small talk.

“Oh yeah it was great,” I tell him. He invites me to go downstairs, but does not immediately follow. There is a single room down there with a bed and a computer desk. I quickly look over the room to see what kind of guy this is. I see technical books on the shelf, pictures of his parents. I take my shirt off and wait a minute or two until he descends the creaky steps.

“It’s cold down here,” he says, coming up to me.

“We’ll have to make our own heat,” I tell him, smiling.

He wraps his arms around me and I feel how hard he is. His arms chest are very muscular. My hands are cold, but I can’t help but slide them all over his back and arms.

“Come.” he tells me as he rips the comforter off the bed and slides under it, holding it up for me. I slide under with him and snuggle up to him. He holds me with his strong arms and I settle my head against his shoulder, softly kissing his neck. My hands are still freezing, but I grab his ass. I just love holding it, feeling its hard muscles in my hand. He reaches down under the comforter and starts to undo my belt. I help him, squeeze out of my skinny jeans and we kick them out of the bed. Now we are both in our underwear.

I stick my finger into his briefs and pull them down over his penis. I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its warmth.

“You’re hands are so cold… I like it!” he says, and thrusts his length through my closed fingers. His pole is very thick and I can’t quite close my hand around it.

Excited now, he gets up onto my belly, towers over me, and I can see his erect penis before me. It is very thick and its pink tip and slit just peeks out from his foreskin. But I am also staring up at the rest of his body.

“You like this?” he says, flexing his biceps.

“I do!” I exclaim, and run my hands up and over his hairy pecs, caressing his hard muscles.

But his penis juts out over my face. I bend my neck up, lick its underside, feeling its heat emanating into my face. Then I open up and take it into my mouth. He gingerly places his hands over the back of my head, in place of a pillow, and pumps his hips, enjoying the wet warmth of my mouth in the cold basement. I suck on it, longing to more of it into my mouth, but from this angle I cannot.

After a while he lays down beside me again, and I go under the comforter, wearing it on my back like a cloak, and go down between his legs. Here I have full access and I start to move my head and suck him.

“I’m close,” he says, and stops me. He grabs my arms and pulls me up to him, and we cuddle each-other some more, enjoying the warmth of each-other’s bodies.

“My name is Jordan,” he tells me.

“I’m Pete. It’s nice to meet you.”

I find his thick penis is irresistible. Soon I am back down again, bobbing my head. This time, he makes no move to stop me. He stretches his legs straight out, on either side of me, and I I feel his powerful thighs squeezing me, holding me in place, as he starts to grunt and moan. His hands are on my head now, fixing my whole body in place, as he thrusts up into my mouth.

He seems to hold himself on the edge, fucking slowly, enjoying every second of it. I reach both hands under his muscular ass and help him, pushing him further and at that moment I hear him moan in satisfaction, as his penis throbs and ejects his tasty load into my waiting mouth. I suck it out with gusto, and as he watches he grabs his cock, squeezing out the last few drops for me.

“That was the best blowjob I have ever had!” he exclaims.

I smile, loving the praise. “Thank-you!”

“You should come over many more times. Will you write about me?”

“I sure will.”

Study room

It’s the last day of exams at the local university. Campus is empty. I try messaging a few old friends. Unexpectedly, one responds.

This brown 20 year old guy I have met with before. He always lays back on the couch in his house, late at night, watching reruns of friends on TV, with me between his legs, servicing his thick cut cock. Today, he’s interested in trying something different.

“I have this fantasy of having my bulge grabbed and dick sucked while I’m working. You think that’s possible?”

“Yeah! That’s a great fantasy!”

I would be happy to.

He gives me instructions on how to get to the Dr. Aldrich Whitacker building which is beside the library. I quickly walk over, and find that campus is not so empty after all. Lots of people are here. I wait in the vestibule of the large building of classrooms. He’s already waiting for me, though, and opens the door for me. He starts to walk down the hall and I follow

Just then a young woman spots us. “Hey,” she greets him.

“Oh hi,” he replies. They talk about some project they are doing while I pretend to look at the bulletin board. Nothing but outdated posters for stuff that has already happened.

Finally they finish and we continue down the hall, round a corner to what I think is his office. He punches in a keycode, opens the door and we enter.

Only it’s not an office. It’s a huge study room, with many tables and copious power and USB outlets for studying on laptops. The entire wall is a window and I can see the trees outside, now barren and the light dusting of snow on the ground. Fortunately, it looks out on a courtyard that is now empty.

He makes his way to the corner of the room where his laptop is open and plunks down in the plastic office chair. He’s in the middle of writing something in Word.

I get down on my knees beside him, as he works on his paper. He helpfully spreads his legs for me, so I’m able to reach in and massage him through his dark jeans. I feel his hardness, and I already know what’s under there. The jeans are just in the way. But I am nervous. I look at the door, and stop, scanning the room. I see something in the corner near the ceiling.

“It’s alright, there’s no cameras here.” he says, reading my mind.

“Oh right, it’s just the light sensor,” I exclaim. Still, I can’t help feeling that any moment anyone could walk in through the door. This is not the small office I’d pictured. In the wide open space, there is nowhere to hide, and nothing to get behind.

But plainly, the danger is only turning him on more, as I can see the tent in his pants. He undoes his belt for me, and helpfully lifts his bum as I slide off his jeans down his thigh.

Ah yeah, there it is. The cut cock juts sideways toward me, but his eyes are still transfixed on his work. He moves the mouse, clicking.

The only way out of this is to move quickly, before anyone sees us. I reach down and slurp up his cock. I have received tips before from this guy. He’s cut high and tight. Use lots of saliva, or he chaffs. I stare down his length, and see the recently shaved pubes. They are thick and black, and rasp against my lips like a stiff brush. My lips are going to be raw after this, just like the other times.

Soon, his dick is sufficiently wet and I work my magic on him. There is something to be said for repeat hookups — you get to know what works. Soon, he gets increasingly bothered and is unable to continue working. He slides down the chair, unconsciously jerking his thighs as he feels the mounting pleasure of my mouth. A moment later, he thrusts up and silently gushes into my mouth, and I eagerly suck it all in and swallow.

I leave him to clean up. Ten seconds later, I’m out of there, nonchalantly going down the hall. Seeing my reflection in the bulletin board, I stop and smooth my hair down so it doesn’t look like there are two giant handprints in my hair.

A Campus Kiss

My new pen pal makes it clear that he doesn’t do hookups. He only goes on grindr when he’s mad at his boyfriend, and only for harmless chat.

“I just wanted to tell you that your blog always gives me a rush when a new post comes out.”

Ok, no hookups. I can respect that. But the 19yo keeps talking to me, and when he lets slip that his body is “highly sensitive and extremely reactive to touch”, I can’t resist torturing him.

“Imagine me slowly kissing your nipples, running my hands down your belly, slowly getting closer to your cock.”

“Fuck. You’re killing me here. I’m in a group and people are asking me if I’m alright.”

The following week I send him more of my writing, while he’s in class. Just for him.

“I slowly wrap my lips around your dick, lightly, not quite touching it. You just can’t wait until they close around it and engulf you in their wet softness…”

“FUCK”

“nOT NNOW”

I didn’t mean to do it, honestly. But I’m thrilled. We arrange to meet one evening on campus. I fret that he’ll be nervous and make plans to walk outside where we can talk.

Before I tell him, he writes “When I get there just lead me to the bathroom.”

It’s early evening and golden shafts of sunlight slice through the nature building, where a couple of custodians are doggedly dragging mops across the concrete floor. They glance at me suspiciously as I pace and examine ancient fur pelts.

Outside the large window, I see dozens of students heading in all directions. One slender Indian boy walks briskly toward the building, and since he can’t see me, I ogle him unabashedly. He wears a white Nike tank top, showing off his brown arms and a small wisp of hair under them. My penis shifts when he opens the door, comes inside, and strides over to me. I flash him the orange and blue app on my phone, and now confident in my identity, he smiles and sticks out his hand.

“Hi. I’m Ajay.”

“I’m Pete,” I say. In contrast, my voice is just above a whisper. “It’s nice to meet you,” I give his hand a good squeeze, but I’m still distracted by the custodians. I literally found this place by googling for “good cruising spots”. They must know something is up. One of them is leaning on her mop handle tapping on her phone.

“Let’s head downstairs,” I tell him, and lead him past collections of animal furs to the concrete staircase.

The lower level is deserted, so I push open the bathroom door and we duck inside. I lock it, then, not trusting myself, double check. Yes, it is most definitely locked this time.

In the harsh fluorescent light I can see his face is smooth and his lips are soft and inviting. His eyes are hungry. He’s been thinking about this moment for weeks. He reaches out, and presses his body into mine, and I instinctively I back up against the wall. I close my eyes and feel our lips touch. My nose hits his glasses so I tilt my head. I embrace him, and his thin shirt easily flattens against his skin. I run my hands up along the svelte curve of his lower back. His hand sneaks under my shirt, searching over my pecs, until finally pouncing on my nipple.

God, I could kiss him forever. He tastes refreshing, like a cool mineral water after a drought. In my life, I have locked lips with four guys, but the feeling of Ajay’s lips makes me high. I pull him into me. I feel his hardness prod me through our clothes, and I want him.

I slide my hands into his pants, and move them over his ass. He’s so slender I can cup both cheeks in one hand. I squeeze them, massage them. I claim his body with my hands and lips.

We finally drift apart as he pulls my shirt up to my neck. I allow him to slip it over my head. When both of our shirts are a heap on the tiled floor, I reach down into his pants and take hold of his cock. It feels like a hot steel rod, pulsing with energy.

I’m about to kneel down, but he meets my eyes again and I get weak kneed. Instead, reach behind his head with my free hand and pull him to me. We make out, this time with the renewed fervor of having my hand around his dick.

After I don’t know how long, we have had our fill. I pull away from his lips and fall to the ground. I wrench his jeans down past his knees.

I’m amazed at his size. I’ve sucked brown guys before, and they have always been well endowed. Ajay stands above me, hands on his hips, and grins while I examine nearly seven inches of brown veined cock. The tip is still covered in its blanket of skin. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my hand around it, and I’m reminded of how sensitive he is. I’m going to have to take this slow.

I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from it, and instead I let out my tongue and slowly move towards his thigh, barely touching his dick with my temples. Deliberately, I make my way up his thighs, dragging my tongue across each salty leg hair. The slightest touch makes him shiver. I get closer, until I’m pushing his cock up with my nose while I lick under his smooth sack.

I stick out my tongue and look up at him, getting closer and closer to the tip. He’s trembling with anticipation. I’m afraid he’s going to cum without contact. I move with the speed and deliberation of a glacier. After ages have passed I finally touch my tongue to the tip. I lick it clean, tasting his sweet flavour.

I wrap my mouth around it, sliding my lips over the slippery pink orb hear him moan deeply. When I look up, he’s staring straight down at me, mouth hanging open, eyes urging me to go on. Slowly I let more of it slip into my mouth, until I press all the way in and it’s whole length slides down my throat. My nose hits bone.

He doubles over, hands pressed against the bathroom tiles, gasping for breath. I’m careful not to move the slightest. I slowly slide off like I’m defusing a bomb. He looks down at me over the curve of his abs, eyes wide.

When I sit back on my heels, we both watch as a single, dewdrop of precum oozes out. I place my tongue under the drop and draw out a silver strand. He watches as I wrap my lips around his pink, glistening cock head and, for the first time, start to suck.

Unable to withstand more torture, he places his hands on my temples to steady me and begins to fuck my mouth. But he stops soon after, aware of his limits, and stands there gasping.

I focus on his balls while he calms down. When the time comes, I take him into my throat one again, and he doubles over. I simply let him be there. I don’t have to do anything at all to keep him on edge. He gently kisses the hair on the back of my head.

Saliva is building up in my mouth now so I reflexively swallow.

Abruptly his hands dig into my back. “Aaa- aaa-” he moans. I feel his cock throb and deposit a thick wad of semen deep in my throat. After such a long build up, more gushes out of him and I feel like I’m drowning. I pull back, feeling each pulse add to the ocean of cum that fills my mouth.

I look up, eyes watering and see that he’s been staring down, amazed, in ecstatic orgasmic excitement. I open my mouth to show him what he did. After I gulp some of it down, he grabs me under my arms and tugs me up to his face. He presses his hands against my ears and pulls me to his lips. We kiss with a new fresh intensity, sharing the flavour of his release.

THUNK. The door bangs when someone tries to open it. We both freeze. My skin crawls.

“They want to clean it.” I tell him. “I suppose we’ll have to stay a few more minutes until they go away.”

His lips part, belying the panic I feel, and we go at it again. We make out until the cum is a memory.

“We need a plan to escape.” I say as I stop to breathe.

He smiles slyly. “The plan is,” he says, as if this happened all the time, “we’ll just walk out confidently.”

“Yeah, could work. But in opposite directions.”

We move to leave, but we don’t. Instead, we continue to explore each other’s lips.

“OK,” I say, taking a deep breath, and two steps back. “You go left and I’ll go right. They can’t get both of us.”

“Let’s go.”

When we’re dressed, we fling open the door. The custodian is there, leaning on his cart reading his phone. He looks right at us in surprise.

I spin on my heels and speed walk down the hall. My footsteps echo through the building as I ascend the stairs, shove open the emergency exit. When I step into the light of the setting sun, I know I’m safe.

Long ago I stopped getting nervous during hookups. Now the butterflies are back. I keep reliving our kiss as I joyfully begin walking through campus back to my car. It has been years since I felt so alive. Distracted, I think of him all the way to the parking lot before I realize I didn’t bring my car.

What the hell just happened? No guy has ever had that effect on me.

For the first time, it dawns on me that what I’m doing might be dangerous.