Jay – Grindr Fantasies

A Morning with Two Tops

My old buddy, Jay, is single again, I think. He’s been appearing on the Grindr grid a lot recently. Two years ago, I visited his apartment often. He has a beautiful cock and knows how to use it, mercilessly holding down my face and fucking deeply every time. When I see in his profile that he wants a bj, its with some excitement that I message him.

“Sorry just jerked off,” comes the reply.

Ah well. But someone else has texts me. A kinky guy with his own apartment. I’d seen him last Friday. In his bathroom, I had demonstrated my trick of downing his golden shower straight from the tap.

“Hey man, would you be interested to blow me and a buddy this morning?”

YES.

“OK, we will hop in the shower – should be ready in 10-15 minutes.”

A few minutes later I’m at the apartment building. His room door is cracked open, so I open without knocking. My kinky host wears nothing but a towel. The young professional is in his late 20s and his eyes are full of excitement as I drop my coat on the floor. He leads me through the kitchen of the studio apartment.

“After the shower we got cold, so we got started already.”

“Long time no see.” My jaw drops. My brown friend Jay, who claimed he had “just jerked off” sheepishly peeks out at me from under the blanket. The coincidences are too strange. The two men didn’t know it, but they had both indulged my piss fantasies. But today we were doing something different.

Mark, our host, is obviously unaware of our history.

“Why don’t you come up here and suck us both,” he says. Jay flings off the comforter to let him in the bed, and I see two sets of hairy legs pointed at me, one with brown skin and the other white. It’s clear that Mark’s cock bigger. It’s thick too, like a ridiculously sized dildo. Eyes locked on his face, I crawl up to his massive balls and give them a lick. He hands a bottle of poppers to Jay. I gently lick the foreskin around tip of his monster member, and taste his wet sticky precum already. I can’t help slurping it in, feeling the slickness of every last drop on my tongue, just as I when I visited him on Friday.

“You better suck him now.” He pushes my head aside toward the brown dick.

Oh yeah, the poppers must be kicking in, and we have to take advantage of them. I jump right in – I can’t help it – two hands are pushing me down, and I feel his cock bump against my tonsils, bend, and then under the pressure suddenly spring down into my throat. I feel his hands on my head and his but lifts off the bed. Jay gleefully shoves his cockhead all the way in, even as I struggle to breath. I remember this! I know what he wants – he has to fuck my throat, hit that one spot that makes him feel good. I reach around and squeeze his tight butt cheek, so small it fits in my hand, and help him thrust up into my face.

I can’t lift my eyes to look, but I can hear the muffled moans as two tops are are kissing passionately.

“No no, be rough with him. Not me!” Mark says.

“Sorry,” Jay says, and grabs my head in both hands, and while fucking it, bends me sideways, planting my ear on Mark’s leg. His hard cock rams into my molars, but he doesn’t care. He shoves it until it bends into my throat again. I gag, something I haven’t done in a long time.

I feel like I’ve been neglecting Mark, but I haven’t had a choice.

“What do you say we get him to lie back and face fuck him,” Mark suggests after watching and stroking himself.

“Sure,” sighs Jay, and reluctantly releases me. I gasp, sucking oxygen into my deprived lungs.

They get out of the bed and I lay back, head hanging off the bed, and Mark immediately positions himself over my face. I see his ballsack hanging down and he holds his cock to put it into my facehole.

Our host moans as he uses my mouth to pleasure himself. He goes slowly, letting me take breaths. Upside down between his hairy thighs, I see Jay saunter up, grab his cock, and press it into Mark’s butt. I’m getting the best view.

Immediately Mark’s already thick cock stiffens in my mouth, and he gasps. In moments, he seems ready to burst, but stops himself, and pulls out.

“Your turn,” he gasps, hand around his dick as he steps aside.

“You’re way too gentle,” says Jay. “I know him. He likes it. Here, let me show you.”

I see a pair of hairy brown legs get in front of me. He thrusts his long brown cock through my lips, and pushes in. Once again I feel it bump my tonsils, bend, and then slip into my throat. Lying face up, it goes in much farther this time and immediately I can’t breath again. And then I feel his hand grip the underside of my jaw, roughly holding my head steady as he presses himself in even further. I’m being strangled, but I’m so turned on I don’t care. His balls flatten against my nose. His cock fills my throat and I know if I try to breath I will gag immediately, so I just stare at the underside of his ass.

“You like it like that. Don’t you!” he says, as he starts to thrust in and out.

But it is too deep. Suddenly I panic. I’m drowning. I reach out and shove him. My airways are free, and I want to breath again. Instead, my gut churns and I heave. I’m spun around now, and a puddle of thick clear liquid lies on the hardwood floor under me. I lay there gasping. Someone throws a towel on me, and when I wipe my eyes, I hear the shower running and Mark is getting some paper towels from the kitchen.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” I say. I clean myself off with the towel and awkwardly get up. I feel terrible, like I’ve just dumped my dinner on the floor at a restaurant, and all I can do is helplessly watch as our host cleans. The bathroom is just around the corner, so I go there to escape. Jay is already in the shower, so I hop in beside him, and wash off the sweat and mucous. Even after the embarrassment, I can feel myself getting hard again as I am standing beside Jay’s thin athletic body, and I want desperately to touch him as he scrubs his ass with soap.

When we get out, Mark has cleaned up the mess and is already wearing a white bathrobe. I just want to salvage the threesome. “I think we can keep going,” I say tentatively.

They look at each-other. Then Mark looks down at himself, and slowly slips off the bathrobe. His cock juts out. “I game,” he says grinning, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We all leap into bed again. The bedding is soft against my freshly showered skin. Mark lays there, slowly jerking and Jay is beside him. They turn to each other and kiss. I put my hand on Marks and remove it from his cock as I take over with my mouth. He moans as I slowly work my lips over it from his balls to the tip, and then start to pump my head up and down. I hear him breathing loudly through his nose as his lips are pressed against Jay’s. Suddenly he gives a great moan and his thick member unleashes a geyser of cum up into my mouth. I seal my lips around it as it pulses and I manage to down it all. Only a single white drop escapes and drips down onto his balls. When he is done I lick that up too.

I turn to Jay and he is staring at me, eyes wide as he strokes himself. He is in the midst of an orgasm and three streaks of cum are already leading up to his dark brown nipples.

“Um, you know he swallows, right?” Mark says.

Jay collapses back onto the pillows, “Fuck me! Yeah I guess I forgot.”

“Well now you know for next time.” I say, wiping my lips with my wrist.

Fetish II: Desperation

“God I need to pee really bad. I am holding it for you.” The words flash across the Tumblr app.

The day after I posted my first pee story on my blog, a local guy told me he was “into that” and invited me over for some fun. I had been with him before, but since he had a new boyfriend, he had deleted his Grindr account. Instead, he has been sending me direct messages on Tumblr.

I told him I wanted him to be desperate. He agreed to do whatever I said, so I had him drinking all morning. It’s almost lunch now, and I want to find how long he can hold it. The idea excites me, and I stroke myself as I text him.

“Is your room-mate gone?” I ask. “Should I come over now?”

He responds instantly. “Better be here by 11:45.”

I check Google maps, which informs me that the earliest I can be there is noon.

“No problem!” I write back. I take my time getting ready. I have a glass of water, and take a long sit-down piss while I read some news sites. It’s nearly 11:40 by the time I settle into my car and prepare to drive across town.

I decide to take King street.

Who would have thought there’d be so many stoplights? And what is with all that construction, holy fuck! At one of the many stops, my phone thumps on the seat beside me.

“I need to pee baaaad”.

“Driving!” I manage to type back. Traffic is starting to slow down as the lunch hour approaches. As I slowly make progress across town, the messages keep coming.

“Guy in a sweater out front. Wait for him to leave. If he’s not there BUZZ IN.”

“OK he left. Hurryyyy”

“OMG”

It’s 12:15 by the time I pull up and find a parking space. An old lady lets me in, and I wait for the elevator to his apartment. I’m not sure what to expect, or even if I can handle what I’m going to do. I took piss once before, but there wasn’t much. This time there will be more. Plus, I know this guy is aggressive. A regular Jian Ghomeshi. I never know what I’m going to get with him. Fuck, what if it reeks of curry?

The young, black haired Indian man answers the door. He’s wearing nothing but a house coat, and his brown eyes are wild. “Get in,” he tells me.

“Sorry, traffic,” I tell him. I kneel down and slowly untie my boots. When I look up he’s shed his housecoat and he’s already hobbling down the hall to the washroom. His body is thin and beautiful. He has a tall, narrow torso. His ass is perfectly round and tan, nearly hairless. He turns and waits for me in the washroom.

“We’ll use the bathtub,” he says.

“I don’t think I’ll need it, but sure.” I’m cocky after last time, when I didn’t spill a drop in the campus restroom. My host paces like a caged lion as I methodically unlatch my belt buckle and strip to my underwear. I step into the tub gingerly. Like the rest of the bathroom, the bathtub has seen better days. Once white, now it’s scratched and stained with years of use. I get in and kneel down on its rough worn enamel surface.

From across the bathroom, he bounds into the tub with me, holding his penis. It’s flaccid, maybe about four inches. Velvety brown foreskin hides it. He pulls some back, revealing the pinkness inside.

“I have to pee so baa–”

The exact instant I put my mouth over it, he gasps and the stream starts with full force. My mouth fills in seconds and I swallow a big gulp of his piss. My strategy of getting him to drink worked well. Once again, it’s mostly water, and so light tasting, it quenches my thirst. It’s no different from a bottle of Evian, and I eagerly gulp it down. He holds my shoulders, sighs with relief, and puts his leg up on the side of the tub, as I drink mouthful after mouthful of the refreshing liquid.

I start to suck, move my mouth along its length, and he hardens, still pissing. This time, I have a secret agenda. It is possible, I read on the Internet, to deep throat a pissing cock. If this is done, it will feel as if you are filling up without any effort as he empties himself down your throat.

Alas, I manage to get him into my throat, but he winces and strains. Finally he pulls out, holds his cock in his hands. It’s fully eight inches now, and the pink glans bulges, pulsing as he strains. “FUCK! I still gotta go. But it’s not happening.”

Oops.

I look up at him innocently. “Well, you’ll just have to cum down my throat so you can give me the rest!” I offer.

He stares down at me, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. I’m suddenly afraid. Shit, he does look like a terrorist, so calm, but about to explode in anger.

Something in him snaps, as if he’s come to a decision. A cryptic smile spreads across his face. He puts his hands on my shoulders again, and slowly pushes me backwards.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Wordlessly, he spins me around so my back is against the cold tiled wall.

“Call me master.” He tells me, eyes ablaze.

“Master,” I say, genuinely afraid by his expression. “Please, feed me your cum and piss down my throat.”

He then guides his penis into my mouth. But then without warning, he drives the rest of the way in. My head slams back against the tile. He then fucks my throat, mercilessly. Moments later, I try to breath and realize with growing panic that I can’t. I don’t have much air left. I want to shove him off, but instead, I give him too quick taps on his hip, praying that he gets the message.

Thankfully, he pulls out, a string of thick mucous dripping off his dick. “Master, please,” I gasp, ”Just let me take a deep breath.” I suck in a chest full of air like I’m about to dive in a pool. An instant later he’s back in again. He goes longer this time, and manages to get all the way down. My forehead is driving into his abdomen.

Involuntarily, without warning, I push him off with my full strength. I cough and a gob, too big to be mucous, lands on the bathtub floor. I recognize my morning coffee, the brown tendrils slowly reaching toward the drain. Not much, but I’m embarrassed and disgusted.

He looks down at me with disdain. “Clean that up,” he orders. I flip on the bathtub and splash the thing away down the drain.

“Good boy. Now clean it up.” He shoves his dick in my mouth and I slurp the mess off for him. As soon as I’m done he grips my shoulders starts fucking my throat again.

I’m beginning to wonder if it’s worth it. Getting throat fucked is sexy as hell for the first 30 seconds or so, but it is not a comfortable thing to have the protective layer of mucous scraped out of your esophagus. My eyes are watering. Why do I keep coming back to him?

Finally, he pulls out and strokes himself, quickly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Master, I’m so hungry, please feed me your cum.” I see his balls, dark as chocolate, facing me and I lean forward and take them into my mouth, slowly sucking on them one at a time, and then together while he strokes.

“OK,” he says, lowering his cock. I stare directly into his pink glans. “Uh… UUNGH!” I see a small explosion of white, and the world goes blurry because he fucking shoots me right in the eye. He manages to get the rest in my open mouth, but I’m wincing, wiping my eyeball with the back of my hand. His body stiffens, and he moans again as he extends his arms over my head against the tiles. His cock bulges and pumps my mouth full of his sperm.

Suddenly he topples backwards, and with a thump, lands on floor. Then there’s silence.

I’m shocked. What the fuck happened. He just sits there on the bathroom carpet, expressionless, staring into his knees. I worry that he’s having a seizure. I have no idea what to do. How am I going to explain this? My mind races. I decide if I’m going to call 911 I’ll use his phone..

“Uh, hey, are you OK?” I ask.

He stirs. “Yeah, that was just.. Intense.” He gets up slowly, grabs a towel, and wipes his dick off, while I stare at his body.

I get up and reach for the towel. He stops me, moves in front of me.

“I still gotta pee. If want it, open up. Or don’t, I don’t care.” He aims his dick at my face and I’m staring right at his pink piss hole.

Thinking quickly, I decide to drink it down so I won’t need to shower.

His whole body relaxes. “Oh my god, that’s so much better,” he says as he empties himself into me. I easily keep up and start to suck it out of him. It’s like a thick soft gooshy straw. He moans. “Aaaah, you have no idea–”

When all is over and I’m getting dressed, he tells me, “You can write about this, but don’t put in any details. Like don’t even mention I have a cat… cause I have a boyfriend now.”

“I know. Don’t worry.” Confidentiality is of the utmost importance!

Back in my car, I wince and examine my left eye in the rear view mirror. Angry red veins course through it like a map of London. I Google for “cum in eye” and I learn that it can sting for a while. It is possible to get an infection of chlamydia or gonorrhoea local to the eye. Fuck. Thankfully, a couple hours later I’m fine.

I promise this will be my last fetish story for a while. And sorry for the rushed ending, but I have to go now. Real bad.

Ragefucked

“Come over and use that slutty mouth of yours on my cock.” The message blinks on my screen in the Starbucks where I’m working on my laptop. It’s from someone I’ve met before. I snap the lid closed. Twenty minutes later I’m there.

The slim brown guy answers the door in his tight white boxers, his black beard neatly trimmed. He’s freshly showered, but he looks tired. “Hey, how have you been?” He asks as I step in and take off my shoes.

“Not bad,” I tell him. “But took a break for a while. I had one of those month long colds. So I might be out practice.” This is my first hookup in six weeks.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, not hearing. “I had a boyfriend. But my friend called me up and said he saw him kissing a guy in the parking lot. I didn’t want to be believe it but it’s true.”

“Oh, that’s rough.”

His big shaggy black dog, usually jumping up at me excitedly, lay on a mat in the corner. She raises her head a little, gazes at me mournfully, sighs, and then lay down again.

We go in the bedroom and he strips, revealing his taut brown skin and his dark uncut cock. I’m staring.

“Take off your clothes man,” he tells me.

“Sure.” as I pull off my sweater he smiles just a little.

“Hey, you look great.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You lost weight or something since last time.”

Aww thanks. I’ve been lifting weights, and trying to bulk for nine months now. I’m bad at it. I managed to gain 15 pounds, but I gave up trying to stuff myself during my cold.

He lays back on the bed, resting on his elbows, nude. I can’t tear my eyes away from his crotch. I lay between his legs and wrap my lips around his penis. It flops and squishes, and his brown skin feels impossibly velvety against my tongue. He grabs it’s base between his fingers and I feel the blood rush in and it slowly fills my mouth. He lets out a slow breath, and gently caresses my hair, sending tingles through my scalp.

I let it slip out and I just want to stare at it. “You have a beautiful cock,” I tell him. It’s seven inches, and the end is a perfect glistening orb, pink as bubble-gum, wrapped in delicate brown skin. He watches me in amusement.

On the bed beside him, his phone lights up and interrupts us. His smile vanishes. “It’s him.” He says, and stabs the cancel button, silencing it.

Last time, we kissed passionately and frantically explored each others bodies. Now, he seems lost in thought as he shoves my head down to his penis. I mouth it and press in, feel it snap past my tonsils. His was the first dick that I ever deep throated without gagging.

He moves his fingers to his balls, presses them against my lips. “Get my balls in too.”

I’m already at my limit but I push down further, let one slip in. He uses his index finger and I feel its partner follow.

I shift, and his glans scrapes the back of my throat. It sends a shiver through his body. He moans, “Oh man that’s good.” He stares at me with his brown eyes, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his two hands on my scalp, pushing me down as he tries to hit that spot on my throat again. He humps hard, lifting his ass of the bed and succeeds. I use the opportunity to slide my hands behind him. His ass cheeks are perfect, I can cup them in my hands. I squeeze them and let my hands slip inside his crack.

MURAARPH. A gutteral, horrible sound comes out of me. I retch, I’m choking and pull off, leaving a string of thick throat mucous all over his cock.

After I swallow, he presses me down again, and starts to hump quickly. He needs to hit that spot. Repeatedly. And hard. He manages 15 or 20 quick thrusts before I retch again. I get up and wipe my face off with the back of my arm.

He leaps up, throws his pillow at the foot of the bed. “Lay down. On your back.” He looms over me, bends my legs back and eagerly strokes my anus. “Have you let anyone in yet?” he asks hopefully.

The look on my face answers for me.

He’s not happy. He moves to the floor at foot of the bed behind me. He stands there, his dick raging above my face. He locks eyes with me.

“Open your mouth. I’m going to fuck you.”

I lean my head back and he shoves himself in and holds it there. The angle lets him go deep, further than anything’s ever been that wasn’t food. It’s fucking hot staring into his the stubble of his butt crack. I wonder when he’s going to grab my penis, or if I will have to do it.

But he’s in his own world now, and when he starts to fuck, my hands fly up to his waist to guide him, or maybe to push him away. He fucks like he doesn’t care. It’s hot.

I retch again. I barely managed to swallow the fluid and he shoves back in, humping faster this time. He thrusts in short bursts, like a hare in heat. When he permits me to breathe, I don’t know if it’s for my comfort or if he’s just doing it so it won’t end.

MMMRAURGH. I taste the pumpkin spice latte I had for breakfast. It’s too much. I sit up, grab a towel, and wipe my face off.

He sighs, flops back down on the bed and jerks himself.

When I lean in and give him a lick, he latches on to a fistful of hair. “Suck on my balls,” he demands. I roll his nuts in my mouth as much as I can while he jerks. I can feel his heart pounding. “You want my cum?” He asks.

“Mmm hmm”

“I said do you want my cum?” He stops and holds his penis up. It throbs. “Then make me cum with your mouth.”

I take it in my mouth and try my best. But then he angrily grabs my head and moves it for me, jerking it up and down. “Yeah, suck it you cocksucker. Suck my fucking cock!”

Now I know how a paint mixer feels. I relax and try to keep my teeth away, while he drills my face down further and further onto his dick. I’m about to retch again, when suddenly his ass lifts off the mattress and I know he’s too close, he will never let me stop, so I close my eyes and will away the urge. My nose slams against bone. I feel beads of sweat as I grip his ass cheeks.

“I’m cumming,” he finally exclaims, and in the same moment the phone rings again. It lights up beside me, ignored. He roars and locks my head in place, and his whole body thrusts up like he’s being electrocuted, and his dick is the centre of it all. I feel it pulsing against my lip and his angry load surges out deep inside me.

He takes a deep breath and reluctantly lets go of my hair. He’s cradling the phone against his cheek, speaking in hushed tones while I suck the rest out of him. “Yeah. The phone was in the bedroom,” he explains. I only catch bits and pieces of the conversation. When he’s clean, I hunt for my socks and quickly get dressed. “I love you too,” I hear him tell the caller. I feel awkward. I tip-toe over the dog on the way to the door.

Before I can leave, he rushes out of the room, dick flopping in the air, phone in hand. He smiles, eyes full of warmth and gratitude, puts his arms around me and squeezes me close. “Thanks man,” he whispers in my ear. “I really needed you today. You’re awesome.”

Yeah, it was hot. My throat is raw but I’m grinning as I drive back to work. After that rage fuck I can take anything.

Minty Fresh

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.