public – Grindr Fantasies

The Big Tip

A new year, and I am back in University Town. It’s the first real working day after the holidays. I get a message on my phone.

“I’m at the Wallace”. The Wallace is an elegant downtown hotel. I’ve never seen its rooms, but I imagine they will be elegant, as the price is over $350/night. He says he can’t send a picture but points me to his instagram. Unfortunately, its locked to followers and I can only see a tiny picture of him. It could be Donald trump for all I know. Do I really want to meet up with someone I’ve never seen?

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” I tell him.

When I walk in the lobby I see only staff. One of them, a well dressed man in a stiff starched white shirt, and fashionably tight dress pants, nods to me. “This way, sir,” he says. I follow him up the marble winding staircase to the second floor. We fly past the reception desk and into a hallway. Briefly I see into the reception hall, place settings already prepared for a beautiful wedding, and it brings back memories from the weddings of school friends, two of which have been in this very room.

I don’t have time to reminisce. He heads to the end of the hall into the Men’s room, looking back at me briefly. At this point, I’m not sure what’s happening. Did I misinterpret him wanting me to follow him? Where is the room he’s supposed to have? He is washing his hands, so I go to the elegant oak door of the first stall, and close the door behind me, not locking it.

My heart is racing. This is not at all what I expected. I stare at the silver plated doorknob and listen. It clicks and he peeks inside.

“Wait here. I will come.”

I nod and take off my coat, as quietly as I can and set it on the hook. At least I know he’s the guy.

After a moment he comes back and steps inside the stall, furtively locking the door behind him. “Sit,” he whispers. I sit down on the open toilet seat, pants inches from the water, and watch has he undoes his belt and unzips his tight dress pants. He wastes no time, and in a moment I’m staring at his rock hard dick. It is about six inches long, thick and veiny, and it has a bulbous head. I tilt my head down, and gently grab its bottom between my lips, and then look up at him. It hurts my eyes to see him, as he is standing directly under the stall’s bright chandelier. He stares down at me and whispers, “Good, yeah, good.”

The toilet is really too high for this, and I wish I were on my knees, but I’m also aware that the door does not go all the way to the floor, so I just it best to stay on the toilet where I can lift up my legs if anyone comes in. Instead I lean into it, and I feel his hand reach down my pants into my exposed butt crack.

“I want to see your cock,” he quietly says to me, so I sit up, unzip my jeans and pull it out for him. I’ve been sucking, so it is hard and as I pull back the foreskin the precum on it glistens in the light.

I get back to work and he grabs the back of my head and presses forward, stabbing his dick into my mouth. As my head is sideways from the angle, it does not have far to go. His huge bulbous head slams into the roof of my mouth and he gasps, holding me there. When he finally lets go I bob up and down on his dick, sucking and he sucks in a breath.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he tells me. “Slowly.”

That’s what I like to hear. I’m in control now, and I let his dick plop out of my mouth, and rotate my body so I’m again twisted sideways, looking up into his eyes, his dick resting on my nose. I lick its underside, and slowly let it fall back between my waiting lips.

“Will you eat my load?” he says. I nod enthusiastically.

He grabs my head again, and starts to fuck it. “Yes, yes,” he says, as I start to suck him harder. “Whoah I’m gonna cum,” he warns, but now he’s unstoppable. My head is firmly gripped in his hands, and I have to grab his ass for balance as he facefucks my sideways turned head.

“I’m cumming now,” he whispers and suddenly stops. I feel him shooting, filling the back of my mouth with his load, and it is stopped from going anywhere by the size of his giant cock head, like a huge stopper.

He stands there, cock dripping into my mouth panting. Then, he grabs some toilet paper and wipes off the tip. Without word, he pulls up his pants, steps out and into the next stall. I hear the toilet flush, and his footsteps as he leaves.

I wash my hands, tasting his thick cum still in my mouth and walk out, past the reception hall into the lobby. If anyone asks I’m in room 307, I decide. But what if there is no room 307? Damn. I look around, not remembering which staircase it was, but still trying to look like a guest.

“It’s this way sir,” I turn and see my host, the bellman, directing me down.

“Thanks,” I walk down the marble staircase and he follows me closely to the main floor. The other staff at the reception turn both stand up straighter and turn to watch us.

“And thank-you, sir.” he says, with a huge smile, as if I’d just given him the biggest tip of the day.

Endurance Tutoring

When he messages, I get excited. This guy never responds unless he is free. Tonight, he is on campus.

First session

I first met him almost a year ago. The shy, 22 year old student from Taiwan invited me over one morning in late April. All of his roommates has already moved out, so he had the place free.

“I’m very sensitive,” he warned me, as he sat on the bed and I knelt before him. His small cock was mouth sized, and I couldn’t resist playing with it with my tongue. In seconds, he gasped and his penis erupted in delicious mouthful of load.

“Wow you weren’t kidding. Next time I’ll go slower,” I told him as I stood up to leave. But he moved away shortly after.

Second session

We would not meet again until September. He had upgraded accommodations, with hardwood floors and a white leather couch in the spacious living room. While he was in the kitchen getting me a bottle of Dasani, I played with my phone. When he got back, I threw it down on the glass coffee table. The stopwatch flicking by second. “We’re going to go at least five minutes,” I told him.

“Ok.” he said. This time he had his laptop beside him. While he was distracted finding porn, it became easier to make him last. I danced my tongue around his balls and the side of his cock, never near the head, and never wrapping my lips around it entirely.

After barely a minute went by, his face contorted. “Uhh.. uh!” I immediately stopped and watched him. People that cum quickly have an incredible ability. He clenched every muscle of his body, and with great effort, heaved a sigh, having held back his orgasm through willpower alone.

“Very good!” I waved toward the counting digits on my phone. “We’re almost there.” Still, I focused lower down his nuts, until he shifted his ass off the leather couch up at me, allowing me to lick him while he watched his porn.

When the timer beeped, he almost jumped up in surprise. I reached behind me to stop it, while still gazing up at him. “Amazing job, see you made it!” I told him. Then I slurped up his penis, massaging it with my tongue. He gave a shocked high pitch yelp. He dug his elbows into the couch cushion and gasped, bucking his hips only three times before ejaculating his thick pent-up load into my tongue. It filled my mouth enough to slosh around, and I knew that I had a new favourite person.

Final exam

So yeah, I’m pretty excited to see him again as I walk down the hallway of the nature building at the University. A man in a cleaning uniform pushes a floor sweeping machine across the shiny linoleum. I wait for him to turn the corner before I knock on the door of the tutorial centre.

At night, the main lights are off, and six half-cubicles line the walls. My host ushers me inside. “My friend left. We should be alone, “ he says. He looks around furtively, then rolls a second chair over to the workstation furthest from the door. “We should go here.”

He sets up his laptop, moving the power brick over to the desk, and I crouch down beside his chair. We’re hidden from the door by the cubical wall separating the stalls, but if anyone takes more than a few steps into the room, they will see us. “Yeah, that’s perfect. If anyone comes, I’ll jump up and pretend we’re working.”

He sits down and slides down his pants, exposing his 4” stiff cock to me, then turns sideways to his laptop. Knowing I have a few seconds while he is distracted, I give his cock a wet sloppy lick, feeling the ridge of the head against my tongue, and the small bump where the skin uniquely puckers and enters the urethra. That part is probably too sensitive, but I just wanted to poke my tongue tip into it and lick up all of his musky scent.

Instead, I rub my cheeks into his soft fuzz, nuzzling his cock against the side of my nose and near my eye. I turn and see Asian men on the laptop screen. One is fingering the other’s pixelated puckered asshole.

We watch it together as I slowly dance my tongue up and down either side of his cock and all over his balls. I do slow laps around his private organs. Whenever I get to the tip, he gasps with pleasure and shifts his hips.

His face is slick with perspiration as he looks down into my eyes. “I want to cum now.”

I smile and at long last, engulf his dick fully between my lips, applying a light suction. He suddenly bucks up against the chair, crying out quick high-pitched moans of pleasure that echos off the walls of the empty room. He lets out a long falsetto gasp as he slammed his groin upward into my face and unleashes his load. It seemed to gush out forever, and I almost choke as some gets into my throat before I can swallow.

Finally his orgasm subsides. Standing up, I swallow and point to the clock. “That was 15 minutes,” I tell him. “You get 99%”

I feel sorry about my bad joke as he looks genuinely shocked and disappointed. “But sir, why not one hundred?”

“Maybe next time!”

Pumping at the Gas Bar

He couldn’t host and he was at work. It wasn’t going to happen.

“I wish you could just come here and suck me off in the back room :),” he texted me. I guess that he must work in retail.

“Well, is there a slow period?” I ask.

“Haha, the hole day. I work at a gas station. So it’s like 20 mins of nothing and then a customer lol”

Sounds like fun, but there are probably cameras everywhere.

“It’s my dad’s store and I know where the cameras are lol.”

A few minutes later I’m driving up some back country roads in the middle of nowhere towards the Google map pin. I come up to a run down gas station and convenience store. Two gruff guys are walking out back to their cars. I park at the German restaurant across the street.

I put my hand on the door, take a deep breath and pull it open.

At the counter, the tall 20 year old Persian man is counting change into the cash register. He is well groomed and wears expensive white pants and a sweater. According to his profile, he actually lives in Toronto. He belongs at a downtown club, not in a back-country gas station. He turns to me and I flash my phone. He smiles nervously. “Back there,” he says, pointing to the corner of the store.

Refrigerators are filled with Cola and energy drinks. At the end, a cheap wooden door opens into darkness. It’s the bathroom. The cash register clangs shut, and the guy looks to the opposite corner of the store. There, a camera hangs from the ceiling, aimed at the cash. The bathroom is out of its view.

I walk past the aisles of chips and step in to the small dark room. The only light comes from the open door, reflected off of the glass panels of the drink coolers just outside. The toilet rim is covered in dried piss and dust. A cheap plastic shelf on the wall in front of it holds sponges and Ajax and cleaning supplies.

He steps in without turning on the light, and stands with his back to the wall just beside the doorway.

“Shall we close it?” I ask him, reaching for the door. Anyone that wants to buy a Dr. Pepper would see us.

He grabs my arm. “No, I need to hear the customers,” he tells me. I settle down and and he lowers his pristine white pants. His cock pops up.

“Oh wow,” I exclaim. His cut penis is about 7 inches long and thick as a broom handle.

When I close my mouth around it, he immediately starts to whisper to me his pleasure. “Oh yeah, man that’s good, suck my cock, fuck it feels so good..”

It is good. Remembering what I have learned before, I quickly make it as wet as I can, before sliding my lips down the shaft. When it enters my throat I’m surprised by how easy it is. Somehow, the shape of its soft head and his height is perfect for me, and I can slide it into my throat until I can’t hold my breath anymore. When I pull it back out, it is slick with wetness. I plunge down again and he gasps.

“Oh my god yesss THAT feels so good keep doing it suck my cock oh yeah oh fuck,” he keeps up the banter as he dick stabs into my throat again and again. He reaches behind himself and firmly grabs my hand, places it onto his ass cheek. I squeeze it and use it as leverage to pull myself toward him.

Suddenly his body stiffens and he pulls away. He stuffs his penis back in his pants and buttons them up without bothering with the fly. then he bolts from the open door of the bathroom. “Hey sorry, I’m here!” he tells the confused customer who has wandered in.

I stand up in the darkness and retreat further. What if the customer wants to use the bathroom? Or buys a Dr. Pepper?

Standing there alone in the dark bathroom with the cleaning supplies, I decide that I am definitely going to write about this one.

I hear the front door creak again as it closes and footsteps as my host bolts back into the bathroom. He quickly pulls down his pants again and wordlessly juts his dick out at me. We quickly pick up where we left off and again he starts the constant stream of half-whispered encouragement. “Fuuuck yeah that feels so good, so good, you suck my dick, oh fuuck…”

As I go his back is sliding further down the plywood wall as he shifts his body to direct me to the right part of his substantial shaft. “Oh yeah right there keep doing it, keep going it feels sooo good..” he utters.

Seconds later I feel his left hand on my hair, pressing me down, and I hear a loud thump as his head hits back against the wall. “Unnnnghhhh,” he moans loudly as a wave of pleasure grips his body. I taste the sweetness of his semen as it shoots out and coats my the inside of my mouth. Three, four, five pulses, and still he presses me too him long after he is done, still moaning in pleasure. I take it as a sign that I don’t need to immediately pull away, as I do with some men.

“Oh my god that was awesome!” he says, staring down at me, eyes wide in genuine surprise. “Fuck!” His phone is ringing now, and he lets go of my head and reaches into his pocket to get it.

“Yeah. Yeah. Ok Bye.”

But whoever it is isn’t letting him go.

“Yeah. Yeah…” he keeps saying.

His cock is still rock hard and deep in my mouth. I apply pressure, being careful not to rub it even the slightest, just letting his cum drain out and mix with my saliva. Inside I’m grinning mischievously wondering who he is talking to.

“Yeah I will. OK bye. Uh uh. Uh uh…”

As he tries to end the call I gaze up at him. When he catches my eye, he smirks at me conspiratorially, enjoying the novelty of standing there on the phone in dark bathroom, with his cumming cock buried in some guys face.

“OK Bye.” Finally he stabs the phone button and ends the call. As he straightens up, his dick plops out of my mouth.

“That was just in time,” he tells me as he reaches across the bathroom to grab a paper towel. “It was my dad. He’s on his way over.” He’s wiping down his balls.

“Ok. I’ll be on my way than. That was exciting.”

“Yeah,” he says.

But his eyes say get the fuck out.

Open House

A for-sale sign stands in the melting snow of the rock garden, and a lock box hangs akilter on the door handle. Even so, I check the address on my phone for the eighth time before I ring the doorbell. I take a deep breath and he answers.

Something about the realtor is cute. Maybe it’s his cherubic cheeks, or the way he flashes his perfect white teeth when he smiles. He must sell a lot of houses just because he is beautiful.

“Hi,” I say, walking in, “I’m glad to finally meet you. I’m here for the tour, I guess.”

Black dick is so rare here, the owner of one can afford to be choosy. It was eight months ago that I first offered to suck him off. His reply was, “Are you any good at it?” I tried to persuade him over the coming weeks, until he finally showed me a pic of his member. It shocked me. I feared and desired it. this thick, dark shaft, hard, yet still sheathed in its folds of fleshy skin. The image haunted my dreams. I could not die until I had tasted it. It was my Moby Dick, but I knew I was not yet worthy of it. I told him I would practice for him until I was ready. Possibly starting with a trip to the supermarket.

For months, I kept at him, asking every few weeks so I wouldn’t be annoying.

One day, a message flashed on my phone. “You know, you’re actually starting to convince me.”

“‘Always Be Closing’ is my motto,” I typed back, heart racing.

“A good one!”

At last, the time has come to take on this great challenge. He made it clear, however. Nothing is guaranteed today. I might be here for only a tour. It depends.

“You have some interesting stories lately,” he tells me as I take off my muddy shoes and position them on the mat, so as to not dirty the floor.

“Oh, thanks,” I tell him, and smile. Don’t screw this up.

He starts the tour as we go through the living room. “Hard to believe, but this was a crack house before it was renovated.” He leads me through the dark hardwood floors, proudly pointing out the many improvements. “I’ve done a lot of work in the kitchen.” There, shiny white tile covers everything, including the spacious island in the middle. A bowl of perfect red apples sits on it on it, looking delicious.

I pIck one up and feel it’s made of styrofoam.

“Oh, this is your house?” I exclaim.

“Yeah, I’m flipping it.”

“It’s really nice,” I tell him. “And you did all this work yourself?”

His eyes narrow as he looks at me, then he thows his head back and laughs. “No. I like to pay people to do that for me.”

Shit! I’m a fucking racist. At least I know it.

“It is a great looking kitchen,” I tell him, as I try to balance the apple back on the pile. I take a deep breath. Did I pass his test yet? It’s time to move things forward, before I screw things up. “But I’d really like to see the bedroom.”

He smiles wide, showing his perfect teeth, and motions toward the staircase. I feel lightheaded with anticipation. We go up and the stairs. Though resplendent in oak, they betray their crack-house heritage with each creaking step.

The bedroom is awash the glow from the blue curtains, pillows are delicately deployed on the queen size bed. My host walks around the room, closing each drape until we are hidden inside a world of our own.

I don’t dare make a crease on the bed. I stand beside it. He comes back around, and unzips his pants.

And there it is, still soft yet even thicker than I remembered it. He pulls at it casually. “You’ve been waiting a long time,” he says.

“Yeah,” I say, staring down at it. Fuck, how am I going to do this?

“My boyfriend was going to blow me last night but I figured I’d wait and see if you’re as good as they say.”

In a trance, I drop to my knees in front of him. I lean forward and mouth his ball (I can only fit one). I want to suffocate in the scent of his body. I feel a caress on my cheek, as his penis extends its gratitude.

I open my mouth wide. My jaw complains at me but I push on, managing somehow to get it inside without tooth contact. He rests his hands on his hips and juts forward. I wriggle my tongue inside his foreskin. It is thick like a flap of meat that I push aside as I drill in, and tickle his hole.

He is waiting for me to do more. I desperately want to prove myself to him. I go closer, pushing in more until my jaw hurts. I feel my throat being pried open as I struggle to get it down. I can’t breath except through my nose. I close my eyes and suck in a musky breath, filtered through his curly black pubes. I am in heaven. I could just kneel here forever in front of him. with his penis filling my throat.

Instead I pull off again. My mouth has stretched now to take him, and at last I’m able go through the motions, if only on the tip, of what I’m here for. I reach around and run my hands up under his shirt, caressing his back, as I slurp.

“Oh yeah,” he says. He takes over now, puts one large hand on the back of my head, and starts to shove into me. There physically isn’t any room to move my tongue, as it steamrolls in. Flattened, I just try to lick the bottom with each thrust. After a while it seems to be working as his body heats up.

“You want to take my cum,” he tells me.

“Mmmm hmmm,” I moan, in case it was a question.

He puts both hands on my head now, thrusts harder, faster, the thick fleshy covering scrapes against my tongue now as he rams it against my palette.

Before a man cums, there is always a few seconds when I can taste it, before he even realizes it himself. I take a long breath through my nose, just appreciating the moment, trying to fully experience it, willing it to last forever. I feel the new slickness of his meat. I feel sweat in the small of his back. I smell his scent of sex. I hear his breathing stop. For a moment, like the top of a roller coaster ride, time stops.

“Oh yeah. Shit,” he says, head arched to the ceiling as his body shakes with an uncontrollable orgasm, his hands still locked onto my head. His cock erupts, but with my mouth completely full of flesh, it has nowhere to go. Some goes down and some goes up, and I’m almost choking. I’m being force-fed and I feel like my whole head, my nose, and my brains are being filled with his thick salty cum.

He suddenly lets go and pulls out while it is still draining, and I’m sadly empty again. I nip at it, to get the last bit as it seeps out of his shrinking hose.

But he’s already pulling up his pants. “Shit man, thanks,” he says.

“My pleasure.” I stand up, snort sharply to clear my nose, and taste thick cum again in the back of my mouth.

He tucks his shirt back into his pants. “The upstairs bathroom’s over here. It was just remodeled last month,” he says, continuing the tour.

Fun is on the menu

“Your tumblr gave me a hardon at work today. But it looks like you’re only into asians.”

Fuck no. Is it my fault University Town has a large population of horny asian guys? I make arrangements to prove him wrong.

Today, he’s working at a restaurant, but he’d love to show me their lovely restrooms. We just have to wait until after the lunch rush.

“What do I do?” I ask him.

“Well are you hungry? Or gunna grab a drink. That would be less conspicious…”

Sure, whatever. I find the place. It’s fancy. It might have be a good place to bring my wife. The hostess greets me and I tell her, in the most inconspicuous, causually-casual way possible, that I would just like to enjoy a beer on the patio. I watch her hot ass sway as she goes inside, and I find a table out of the way of the hot afternoon sun.

A minute later, the waiter comes out. He’s pretty hot too, with his neatly trimmed, thin goatee. He’s in uniform: black slacks and a black golf shirt, neatly embroidered with the logo of the restaurant. Very posh. I tell him I’d like a pint of his finest 1664 Blanc.

“Good choice,” he says, and takes my menu.

I pull out my phone and look at the pic. Where is this guy? On my phone he’s a young dude, looking serious and wearing a baseball cap. I message him to tell him I’m here and going to enjoy a beer.

After my beer arrives, an older couple comes in and sits at the table beside me. I sip my beer and watch the waiter serve them. It’s a beautiful day, the beer is tasty, and large. I chat with some buddies on Grindr about what I’m doing.

I stare at the waiter over the edge of my frosted glass. Is it him? It’s hard to tell. The man looks older, in his crisp black uniform, thin goatee, and neat hair, far different from the baseball cap wearing dude on my phone.

I’m talking to a couple of guys at once. “I don’t think it’s him,” I tell my Grindr buddy.

“How hot is he? Take a picture,” he writes back.

“No man, I’m trying to be inconspicuous.”

I figure he’ll say something when I pay for my drink, but there is no hint of recognition. Either he’s not the guy, or he’s the world’s best actor. I tip the standard 15%.

I message the mystery dude, “Wow, big beer, going to have to use the restroom now:-) :-)”

“Just down the hall and to the left,” the hostess directs me.

Like the restaurant, the restroom is fancy. The two stalls are completely enclosed with solid doors made of wood and frosted glass. No shopping bag needed. I take the larger one, sitting on the closed toilet, and notice that the lock on the door is broken.

The door opens. In comes a man in black uniform, fumbles with the lock. When he turns around I stare at him in surprise. It’s my hot waiter friend. He unbuckles his belt and lets out his cock, eyes still on the door.

He’s the first other grower I’ve seen. A cock ring surrounds his penis and his balls, making his 3” soft cut cock stick up at me. We don’t have much time. I gently wrap my lips around it, and it stiffens in my mouth. He relaxes, lets out a breath.

Footsteps. We freeze. Someone comes in and sits in the other stall. The doors may be fancy, but I can see his black shoe under the wall between us.

After a moment, the waiter motions for me to continue. Who is beside us? There was nobody else in the restaurant. I imagine it’s his boss, and it turns me on. I reach into my shorts and pull out my own penis, stroking it while I snack on him.

We’re making some noise now. He’s close. Suddenly he reaches behind me and pushes the button on the wall. As the toilet flushes, he grabs his penis and slaps it against my open mouth. Delicious drops of precum splatter all over. As the flushing ends, he moves forward and I feel my mouth filling with cum. I suck it out of him, at the same time as I feel my own load spill out over my wrist.

He zips up, pulls his neat shirt down, and leaves wordlessly. I hear him carefully washing his hands.

The shoes beside me (his boss?) haven’t moved. After a minute I very quietly sneak out.

As I leave the restaurant, he’s there, right beside the hostess. “Thanks for visiting us. Have a nice day,” he smiles and offers me a mint.

World’s best actor.