dark – Grindr Fantasies

Draining in the dark

“Looking now?” comes the mid-afternoon message. I was on campus, studying in the library.

“Yeah. You got a place?”

“I do, but I want you to drain me on campus.”

“Got a place in mind?”

“You tell me, you know the spots.”

Now how would he know that? I pull up his picture and zoom in. It’s a selfie, on the beach, his boyish smile above his chiseled abs. I don’t believe I’ve met him.

The messages come in quick succession. “I want you waiting for me in the dark. Wait for me naked, on your knees, lights off. Understood?”

I think that I love him. I tell him where my second favourite bathroom was, the one with the light switch. I’ll take some pictures so he knows where to go.

“I’ll be free in about 30 minutes,” he writes back.

OK. A few minutes later I scope out the place. Yes, it is in a busy hallway, but the doors lock. We have to do the trick I learned long ago. “When you get here, knock quietly and I’ll let you in.”

“Better be naked.”

I use my phone light to examine the empty bathroom. It’s spacious. I throw away a Tim Horton’s cup someone left on the sink, then I pile my clothes on the floor. No, he might trip if I leave them there. I moved them under the sink, and waited to get used to the dark. The tile is cold against my feet.

Too soon for my fluttering heart, someone very clearly knocks on the door. I get behind it and let it open. He comes in and quickly closes the door. I can’t see his face, but I know he is tall. I take my place in the corner of the room, crouching on my knees back against the two walls. Ready for him.

He lowers his pants and pulls out his cock, gives it a few strokes. It looks hard already, but as soon as I mouth it I know it’s an illusion. It’s still soft, he is just really big. I quickly and expertly suck him to hardness, and he lets out a breath as I deep throat him.

As soon as his cock leaves my throat, he starts to thrust. He leans against the two walls of the corner, and with all his weight he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. Each thrust draws out more wetness, but I have learned that despite the mess it is important to keep it as lube. I used my hands to spread it around his long shaft. He must be almost 9 inches long but it’s impossible to tell in the dark.

“Sorry I didn’t shave,” he says, momentarily dropping his dom persona.

I chuckle, then have to explain: “Don’t worry, it’s so long it’s really not a problem.” I physically can’t reach his pubes with his cock jutting out of my mouth.

I take over and bob my head quickly.

“Slow down. Just enjoy the cock,” he said.

I do as instructed. I use the opportunity to explore his body with my hands. His shirt is gone and I reach up his back and let my hands glide down his firm buttocks. They are clenched together now. I let my hands slide against his skin, now goose-pimpled, feeling his thigh bones, and then down to his balls, which hang down below my chin, now thoroughly wet from my mouth. I play with them, appreciating the feeling of having my hands wrapped around another man’s precious jewels.

He starts thrusting again now, and my hands move to his butt to help push him into my face. I can smell his crotch scent with every breath

“Use your hand.” he orders.

I reach up, and grip his slippery shaft, alternately pulling and pushing on it as he thrusts into my mouth.

“Squeeze.”

“Mmmm?”

“Squeeze it hard.” he directs.

I squeeze his shaft, harder than I think is nice. I can feel his veins shifting under the skin. How can he be enjoying this? Doesn’t it hurt? I grip harder and he gasps in pleasure, his corpus spongiosum bending in my fist.

“Faster–!”

Squeezing hard, I move my hands up now, dragging his skin along his shaft as I pull and push it through my lips. It is hot as fire now.

“Ooooh yaaahhh,” he moans. “I’m cumming…”

He isn’t, but I don’t stop. A minute later, he presses forward, shoving my neck back toward the wall. His dick hits the back of my throat, and unleashes his massive load. It has nowhere to go but straight down my esophagus.

“Clean it up,” he says. Wow, deja vue.. this part is straight outta one of my stories!

I slowly suck it out, using my fingers to brush the slickness away. He is slowly drying, and I suckle his member for a few minutes more. This guy is fun. No need to rush out.

I wonder if he’s trying to go for round two. But his cock’s at 3/4 mast. I’ve already drained him. I look up, and he seems lost in thought

“Can you do anything else?” he askes me after a while.

What could he mean? He couldn’t want to fuck, could he? “That’s pretty much it.”

“Well, I read differently.”

Ahhhh…. it suddenly clicks together. He’s read my blog! I love it when I meet with fans of my blog — they know exactly what I like.

“You want some piss?” he asks me.

“Yeah!” I excitedly move into position a little lower, back still against the corner of the bathroom.

He stands above me, perfectly still, for many minutes. I’m in heaven, mouth around a cock, smelling his crotch scent as I slip out my own cock and handle it near the floor. But his monster hose will not shrink, especially with its end dangling into my mouth. I can’t help licking it, feeling its ridge with my tongue.

“I’m just on the verge…” he says. I’m not complaining. I stare up at him, but I cannot see his face, only the bottom of his rib-cage as he arcs up and looked toward the ceiling. Today I am his servant, and if he needs me for one hour I then I am prepared to stay there.

“Let me try something.” He turns around to the toilet. My eyes are used to the dim light now, and I can now see his perfectly shaped ass, that I had been feeling up for the past 20 minutes. He puts his hands above his butt, penis dangling over the toilet, mentally getting in the mood to piss.

Now he reaches over and turns on the faucet, and leaves it running. The sound of water does it. He turns his body toward me again, smiling. This time, when my mouth closes around his penis, he takes a deep breath, and a sharp tasting stream of urine squirts into my mouth up against my throat. I cough, almost choking with my lips around his cock, but don’t spill any. He smiles in satisfaction.

Mission accomplished, he quickly does up his belt and leaves me in the darkened washroom.

Restroom of Darkness

It’s August and nothing much is happening around here. A guy is online and we chat. He’s visiting from the west coast for a couple days. He wants to meet up but it’s already too late today.

Come morning, I message him. Of course he can’t host. I suggest my favourite bathroom. “Can we turn off the lights?” he asks.

“Nervous?”

“Not at all I’m just new to guys.”

I’m near the building now so I check it out. This public bathroom has a light switch, but it does nothing.

“No, there’s no switch :(“ I tell him.

He suggests a different spot – he’s already used it this week. It’s in the campus building next to my usual spot.

I decide to pay a visit to check it out. It’s the middle of a busy hallway. People, especially campus staff, are constantly streaming by. It’s dangerous here. I go in and sit down, flick the light switch. The room is plunged into darkness. I text him, lit only by the blue glow of my screen.

“OK.”

“I’m gonna get ready and shower quick. I’ll tell you when im on my way. Take me like 5-10 min walk.”

“I can’t wait to feel your cock down my throat.”

“Awesome. Would be hot af if ur already in there waiting for my cock. Better be waiting there with your clothes off,” he texts me.

“Yes sir!”

I leave and get some stuff done. I can’t concentrate though. My cock is pressed against my shorts in anticipation. When the time comes, I duck into the bathroom, lock the door, and turn off the light. The room is dark and eerie and I can’t see a thing, except by the light of my phone screen. As ordered, I strip to my underwear and wait, practising kneeling on the cold tiles.

After forever, he says he’s there and I hear a quick knock at the door. I flick open the door and he walks in. I’ve never seen his face and in the darkness I can’t even tell what nationality he is. He walks over to the end of the bathroom, in the corner where he could see everything. Then he unzips his jeans and slowly slides them down.

I wait in front of him until he pulls out his cock. Slowly, he offers it to me. I swallow around the fleshy pole that invaded my throat, sending massaging ripples around his dick. It seems to drive him crazy. He places his left hand on the back of my head and holds it there firmly and gently while he slowly bucks his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck that feels so good,” he whispers, as he pulls his cock out of my mouth, glistening and holding it before me. “I want you to flick the tip. I love that.”

I stick out my tongue and gently flick it against his slick cock head, savouring the feel of its pulsing warmth. “Oh fuck yeah,” he breathes. He reaches behind himself and fingers his asshole. “Keep doing that.”

Knowing he likes the end stimulated, I grasp his dick in my fist and start to slap my own lips with it, making wet smacking noises. “Oh that feels so fucking good,” he utters. Every muscle in his body tenses. His sudden stillness spurs me on. I reach under with my other hand and massage the underside of his balls, feeling the weight of them in my palm.

He bucks wildly. “It’s happening,” he grunts, “oh fuck.” A hot flood of jizz spews into my mouth. I plunge down deeply, nose against his groin, savouring the feeling of his hot thick seed gushing against my throat. Panting, he slumps against the wall, and his dick slips from my lips.

I look up at him, but though my eyes are used to the darkness, I still cannot make out his face. He slowly pulls up his pants, and utters his thanks.

“I’ll leave first, ok?” he says.

“Sure.”

He quickly opens the door and steps out into the busy hall. I lock it behind him. That was fun.

Demon in the Dark

I have a memory of a memory. I’m a young boy, I don’t know, maybe eleven years old, and I’m lying in my bed in the darkness. I feel a tightness in my chest, and eventually I sense a dark, formless figure. It is sitting on me. It is heavy like a dog, and it terrifies me. I can’t move. I can’t even lift my arm. I want to cry out to my mommy down the hall. But all I can do struggle to fill my lungs with air, while staring, petrified, into the shifting features of the horrific, shadowy beast. I do not know how I make it through the night. When I awake, my pyjamas are soaked, and the thing has fled.

The night terror never returned to me, but it had buried itself in my mind. As I grew older, I began to remember more. What was that, lying against my tummy? Was it the fuzz of a scrotum? Maybe it wanted something, but I was too afraid, and too young to recognize its erection. As a teenager, I would lie under my blanket, hand moving inside my white briefs, thinking of it. I even tried to conjure it, promising that I would do whatever depraved thing it wanted. But soon, somehow, my mind turned to girls, and the demon was forgotten.

I am well into my thirties, and I have not thought of it in years. But tonight something transpired that dredged up these ancient dreams and left me shaken.

It’s winter. The polar vortex has exhaled its icy breath over University Town. I’m free in the evening for the first time in months, and I happen to see a familiar, faceless profile on Grindr. Even after five months, he remembers me. It takes only two messages before I’m driving over.

When he leads me into his apartment, my pulse quickens. You wouldn’t notice him if he were in an office cubical next to you. Yet I know what he’s capable of. I’m sure we would make great friends, if I dared to ask. He’s close to my age, for one, and from his bookshelf, it seems we are both closet geeks. After taking off my boots, we head straight to his bedroom.

I see a copy of Predictably Irrational, a book on business psychology, lying on the floor. “Hey, I read that! It’s useful,” I remark.

“I’ve been meaning to finish it,” he says. He’s still got his pants on. They are tan in colour, suitable for the office, and they look pricey. They fit him perfectly, and the suede textured material closely hugs his ass. I can see the top of his boxers against his tight abdomen. He pulls off his shirt, revealing his firm body, and walks around the bed to the window. Outside, across a small lake, we see the buildings and lights of University Town. With a quick pull, the view disappears behind his thick velvet curtains.

My pants and shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and I leap into his bed, sliding up to relax against the headboard.

The outline of his erection is clear and left leaning. From across the room, he locks eyes with me. His gaze is intense, like he is looking into my soul.

“What are you looking for?” he asks. “Same as last time?”

“Yeah. I just like to be used.”

I feel his eyes raking over my body as he approaches. He reaches towards the lamp.

The room disappears into darkness.

“Well this is different,” I remark. He doesn’t respond, but I hear the rustling of his pants sliding off.

His hand brushes against my side, and the bed creaks as he mounts it. He’s straddling my waist. My eyes are beginning to adjust. I see only his dark outline rising up above me. A sliver of light reflects from the smooth head of his penis. Erect and ready, it slopes under its own weight towards my chest. I feel his hands reaching for me, finding my shoulders, and shoving me down. I obey, and slide my body down, slipping along his silky smooth sheets.

Under me, something hard digs into my naked back and I wince. I open my mouth to tell him, but I only manage to gasp before he stuffs himself in. He grips its base, shakes it around, slapping my molars and soft parts alike. I close my lips around it and taste his delicious saltiness. I let my tongue roll its head, feeling its smooth yet squishy texture.

He slowly pulls it out then shuffles closer to my face. His balls, shaved smooth, press against my nose. I open up to receive them, and suck one into my mouth. I slowly suck on it and hear him gasp above me. I’ve found something he loves.

A moment later he presses his penis through my lips once again.

“Suck,” he tells me.

I try to maintain a suction, which becomes difficult as he plunges his member against the back of my mouth, and pulls it out again. I can see nothing but darkness, and the thing poking my back is breaking my concentration. I bend my elbow back and my fingers close around the pointed object that is bothering me. I pull it out and hold it up in front of me.

Wordlessly, he takes it from my hands, and without removing his penis from my mouth, leans over and puts it beside the lamp.

His hands go back onto my shoulders again, and he thrusts a while. Then, unexpectedly, he rolls back out of the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lay down. With your head off the bed.”

“Oh! Sure,” I say. Damn, I intentionally choose this position because it gives me more control. Last time he face-fucked me, he nearly suffocated me. Not that I didn’t enjoy it.

“I will try.” I spin around and lay back, head dangling from the side of the bed. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” I take a deep breath. At this point, I don’t know about the strange and terrifying thing that’s going to happen.

He steps forward, and I sense the warmth of his thighs around my ears, before he plunges his cock into my mouth. He gasps when it hits the back, and I brace myself, and allow it to slide down further. I stare up into the darkness and imagine what awesome sight I would be seeing if only the light were on. You’re fine, I tell myself. You can do this.

He pushes against my ribs with his hands, and draws himself out again. I slurp in a wet breath around his cock before he slams his body forward again. Maybe because he can’t see me, he is much rougher than last time. In the darkness I can hear his breath, coming in short gasps of pleasure. I focus on them to stop the urge to vomit. He’s sliding so far forward now he lifts one knee and then the other onto the bed, beside my shoulders. He’s directly over my face now. When he bounces on his knees, his penis drives straight down away from his body into my open mouth and deep into my throat.

I retch, and he pulls it out, stroking himself, and presses his balls against my mouth. I oblige and slurp them in, greatful for the break. I massage them in turn with my lips as I hear him gasping above me.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and shimmies even further forward. over my face. I’m licking his perineum. I can feel him stroking himself over my chest, bending his body to direct my licks further and further into his crack. In a moment, he’s sitting on my face. I suck in a breath through my nose. The air is rife with the smell of his fabric softener, his musky aroma, and the tiniest whiff of nastiness.

So far, everything is going great. I rake my tongue up through his crack, letting it slide over each thick, unshaven wiry ass hair, and finally shove it into his puckered hole.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes, plopping himself down onto my face. I open up and give his ass hairs a wet, sucking kiss. I’m making out with his bottom now, and his moans of pleasure mix with my own moans of appreciation at being able to serve him.

Suddenly he pulls away, flips around and crouches over my chest, his hands still moving furiously over his cock. I can see only his dark silhouette, his back is arched towards the ceiling.

His features seem to shift in the darkness. All of a sudden, pictures come flooding into my mind. They are a memory of a memory, warped by time. I feel a cold sweat break out, and I grip the sheets with my fists. It is like I am at the top of a ski hill, so high I cannot see the bottom, and I’m about to jump. It is terror, and excitement all at once.

Above me, the dark figure moves its fists over its cock, readying itself for what it has been waiting to do, for all these god damned years.

It stops and glares at me. I see the light glinting off its eyes, but I can’t make out his face. My imagination whirls. It looks like it has an impossibly huge mouth, filled with sharp spikes instead of teeth.

“You wanna eat my load?” the creature rasps.

“Uh huh” I squeak.

“What did you say?”

“Yes please, sir”

“Take it.” it barks, pointing its penis towards me, almost straight down. I feel its other paw behind my head, lifting me up, and as the cock passes through my lips. The dark figure thrusts itself into my face, its hands press me into it, forcing me to eat its large, slick cock all the way down to the thick pubic hair. It thrusts like an animal and I can hear it panting and grunting. And then, as if to further impress me with its size, it stops, and flexes its cock muscles. It expands in my mouth, contracts. Expands, contracts.

He’s not flexing, I realize as I feel a thickness surge in back of my throat. It tastes like pure evil, bitter yet decadent. I close my lips around it and lightly suck. I hear deep, ragged breaths above me as each pulse fills my mouth with more. Soon the pulses have stopped, but the dark form holds my face tightly against his body, forcing me to suckle him and draw out every precious bit of his demon seed while he softens. I swallow it all, just as I had promised.

The form shifts, reaches behind itself, feeling around the darkness for something. A hand, hot as fire, closes around my own cock. I usually don’t like getting reciprocated, but like in my ancient dream, I am paralysed and powerless to stop him. The beast roughly yanks my dick from my briefs and begins to pump it. With my mouth still being impaled, I feel the unstoppable wave rising within me, and I tense up, trying to hold it inside. My cries are muffled against its flesh as I buck my hips into the air and shoot my pent up sperm onto its wrist. Waves of orgasm release me from my paralysis as my butt hits the bed again, and I feel thick, hot ropes land on my belly.

I’m done, and it hurts now. The demon carries on stroking without slowing down. I cannot speak with my mouth full. I squirm, but each time I move my waist, the cursed hand follows, ceaselessly stroking without mercy. My eyes well with tears and they spill over my cheeks, and just as I did before, I give up and submit to him. He holds me there, and I lie under him, feeling empty and used, until his dick is completely flaccid and pops from my mouth on its own.

I do not know how long I lay there. When the light comes on, the demon is gone, and only my unassuming hookup remains. My skin is slick with sweat and cum, mostly mine. The sudden chill makes me shiver.

I search around for something to wipe myself. Finding nothing, I wait while he towels his own crotch and meticulously wipes his wrist before he tosses it to me. I use the corner to dab the tears from my eyes.

We do not speak until I am dressed. I do not have words to describe what happened. Instead, we talk about the weather until I am in the elevator and the door closes. Then, knees weak, I collapse against the railing and wait there until long after I reach the ground floor, just trying to process what I have just experienced.

I can’t wait to see him again.

“I said SUCK IT, bitch.”

I get out of the car into the blackness of night and hear a thousand crickets screaming. This narrow street was carved out of a thick forest with hopeless optimism by some long dead city planner. The windows of the ancient brick houses are empty and dark.

For the first time in a while, I’m scared. I walk behind the drooping branches of some weeping willow trees, out of sight.

The light from my phone assaults my eyes as I scroll through the last message from him. There it is, gleaming in blue:

“Finally i can facefuck u”

“Here.” I text, and turn off the screen.

A minute later a tall dark figure slinks from down the road. He’s wearing dark track pants and a skimpy black tank top. I walk briskly to catch up with him.

“Hi, I’m here to meet someone,” I say, flashing the orange screen on my phone.

“Yeah,” the 18yo smiles, “You’re here to meet me. Is this your car?” He wants to drive somewhere. Okay.

We get in my small two-door Toyota and he looks out the window. “Sorry, I just don’t want to be seen. Actually, can I ride in the back?”

I glance behind at the huge Graco baby seat. “No, not much room. Just crouch down.”

He bends over, head scrunched against my glove compartment. As I drive he directs me down the narrow road and around the corner. Gravel crackles under my tires when I slow to a stop in front of a small dilapidated chapel.

“Please tell me, is there anybody around?” he asks.

“Nobody.”

“Okay.” He unfolds himself and we step out of the car, slowly closing the doors until they just click. He turns and disappears into the thick forest.

There’s no moon tonight, and I stumble over some fallen branches to chase after him.

“Don’t worry, I know this place. I used to come here with my ex.” He lights the way, just barely, with his phone’s screen.

As we walk, he gets close to me and slides his hand across the front of my shorts. I reach over and feel the curve of his ass, and caress his bulge. I’m happily surprised when I touch the smooth rigid head of his penis. It peeks out, pinned against his abs by the elastic of his track pants.

We‘re deep in the woods now. Just when I lose the sense of where the road was, we finally stop in front of a musty moss-covered log.

“Here’s good,” he says.

“Sure.” I take off my shirt and toss it on the leafy ground. We embrace, feeling each-other’s bodies. Then he shoves me down to my knees.

His cock is thick and cut, just as advertised. His glans is like a giant bell at the end, much bigger than the shaft. I run my hands on it. Hard as oak.

Suddenly, he reaches down to my cheek. “Suck it, bitch.” Slap.

Ow. Hot. I take it all in without gagging, silently pleased with my new skill. I feel his hands pressing on the back of my skull, holding me to him. His thick pubic hair scratches my nostrils.

“Yeah, like that,” he breathes. He leans into me, and I’m holding up his weight with my face. The only reason I don’t fall over is my big toe, which is bent backwards on the soft ground behind me. It’s flexed beyond it limits, and I can’t keep my balance for very long. I push his pelvis away and focus on moving up and down, letting my tongue dance against the substantial underside of his cock.

He rewards me with another slap on the cheek. “Stand up.” He yanks me up, then pushes my shorts down. He grabs my penis and gives it a few strokes, but not enough. Then he turns around and falls into me, pushes his ass against my penis. I reach around and keep stroking him. He lays his head back onto my shoulder, exposing his long smooth neck. I gently nibble on him, moving slowly up to his cheek. It looks like we’re going to kiss, but he breaks away.

“You’ve been drinking?” he asks.

“Yeah, a couple of beers earlier.” The only reason I could come out late was because of a rare meetup with old school friends. All of us are in our 30s, and we drank fancy beers and ate tiny plates of gourmet smoked poutine until they tired at 9:30. My wife doesn’t expect me home until midnight.

He pushes me down again, and sharp stones cut into my knees. He raises his tank top, revealing outline of his flat tummy. My eyes are used to the dark now. He stands there and lets me admire his body. His arms and pecs have the defined bulges of a care-free teenager with no body fat. Small muscles, and proud of them. He stares into my eyes and smiles with glee, flashing his white teeth. He reaches down, as if to caress me.

Instead, he slaps my face again. “I said suck it, bitch.”

He shoves his dick into my mouth, and I do my best to not let his giant bell catch on my molars.

“Fuck,” he says. Encouraged, I give it everything, caressing his balls and moving my tongue around his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” he says again, exhales in frustration. “These damn mosquitoes!”

Gotta change it up. I let him slide all the way in, and I feel his penis enter my throat. No more gagging. I try to swallow it down for as long as I can, then I’m forced to let up for air.

“Use more suction,” he demands.

Suction? I’ve never used suction before. That’s interesting! I mentally file this away, then I start sucking. Like this? I stare up into his eyes. My cheeks pinch in on the out-stroke.

“Yeah, that’s good. Like really good.”

After a minute he pulls out and holds it in front of my face. “Spit on it.”

I spit, and pity the circumcised men of the world. He arches back, and wet skin smacks together as the teenager coaxes himself toward imminent release.

“Okay, take it in your mouth. Now.” he orders. He stabs it through my lips, and starts to face-fuck me.

Too soon, he stops thrusting, groans, and pumps out a watery load of bitter cum. I swallow it down, and move to get my shorts back on.

In a flash, he bashes his palm against my shoulder, shoving me back to the ground. I get another slap on the cheek. “Clean it up.”

Okay. I put my mouth on it gingerly.

“No! Don’t suck, just clean it.”

Chagrined, I gently swab the tip of his softening penis with my tongue. He holds it out for me, turning it this way and that as it softens and droops. I stay there, my back and knees aching, until all trace of the bitterness is gone.

Back in my car, he crouches in the seat again, cowering. I drop him off in the dark corner of the street, and he vanishes into the night.

I can still taste his twink cum, and I love it.