It was summer, just after my college had ended, and I had been off the grid for a while. Thanks to COVID, I had taken a break from Grindr, dates, and hookups, and for two whole years, I hadn’t met a single guy. But by the summer of ’22, I was restless. I wanted to get back in the game. So, on a particularly boring night, I re-downloaded Grindr—not really expecting much, just looking to kill time.
That’s when I got a message from a guy. Said he was "straight." We started talking, mostly about the city, its weather, and random shit. He was five years older than me, so we didn’t have much in common, but we still managed to vibe over small things. Soon, he started sharing his past experiences with women. Said he’d never done anything with a guy before, but he was here because he had recently broken up with his long-time girlfriend and just needed... a release. He didn’t care if it was a guy or a girl helping him out—he just wanted to cum.
Straight to the point. I liked that.
Eventually, we agreed I’d blow him. Nothing else. Just some head, a quick favor, and we’d be done. We planned to meet that weekend.
Saturday came, and I went over to his place. He answered the door in tight blue shorts, his messy hair making him look effortlessly hot. He was taller than I expected. Built well, with thick thighs that filled those shorts just right. Before we got to anything, he offered me some water, showing me around his room. Turned out he painted, and he showed me a few of his works. I was impressed. Then, out of nowhere, he mentioned he’d been practicing calisthenics.
"Oh yeah? What’s your favorite move?" I asked.
"Handstand," he smirked, flipping himself upside down with surprising ease.
His shirt slid down, exposing his toned torso, and I couldn't help but stare. As he came back down, he caught me looking.
"What are you looking at?" he teased, grinning.
I shrugged. "You tell me."
He chuckled, flexing his arms a little. "I’m not that fit, man. Just lean."
"Nah, you look good," I admitted. "Show me."
He laughed but humored me, lifting his shirt, showing off his defined abs, his smooth skin stretching over his frame. I took my time looking, appreciating every line and cut. Then, changing the subject, I asked, "So, your last experience... how’d it go?"
He hesitated, suddenly looking a little nervous. "Uh... actually, I haven’t... you know... tried."
"Never?"
He nodded, looking almost shy. "Never."
I smirked. "So, what do you want me to do?"
He scratched his neck. "I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it."
I stepped a little closer, noticing the outline of his cock pressing against his shorts. "I see you. Are you hard?"
He shook his head. "No, man. That’s just... natural."
I raised an eyebrow. "Mind if I touch?"
He hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Go ahead."
I ran my hand over his crotch, feeling him through his shorts. Thick. Heavy. He wasn’t hard yet, but damn, even soft, he was packing.
"Damn, you’re already getting there?" I teased.
He smirked. "Nah, man. I was horny in the morning, but I’m not hard now. Might not even happen, to be honest. Don’t be offended if nothing works. I don’t know if a guy can actually get me up."
I raised an eyebrow. That sounded like a challenge.
"Let’s see about that."
I pushed him onto the edge of the bed, got down between his legs, and started working my way up. My hands slid inside his shorts, past the waistband of his underwear. My fingers brushed against his skin, feeling the warmth, the slight twitch of his cock.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. I smirked. So much for ‘not sure if it’ll work.’
I teased him through his underwear, my nose pressing against the fabric, inhaling his scent.
The heat of my breath made him twitch again. Slowly, I licked over his waistband before gripping the elastic between my teeth and pulling his underwear down, my hands grazing his thighs as I did.
His cock bounced free, slapping against my cheek. He was bigger than he looked in his pictures—thicker, longer. Already half-hard.
I started with his balls, running my tongue along the sensitive skin, making him shudder. Then I licked up the shaft, teasing him, taking my time. His precum beaded at the tip, and I licked it up, savoring the taste.
He exhaled sharply. "I’m not sure why I’m leaking already... Maybe it’s ‘cause I was hard earlier."
I grinned and took him deeper into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him in, inch by inch. His fingers tangled in my hair, his breathing growing heavier.
"Shit, man," he groaned. "You’re really good at this."
I hummed around his cock, enjoying the way he twitched in my mouth. I wasn’t about to stop until I had him completely unraveled beneath me.
He groaned, shifting his hips, pushing deeper into my throat. His grip in my hair tightened. "Fuck… that’s it. Keep going."
I picked up the pace, my lips gliding up and down his shaft, feeling the warmth of his cock throb in my mouth. His legs tensed beneath my hands. I could tell he was close.
"Shit—I'm gonna..." he exhaled.
I didn’t slow down. If anything, I doubled down, wanting to feel him come undone. His breath hitched, his body trembled, and with a deep, guttural moan, he spilled into my mouth.
I swallowed every drop, my tongue flicking over the tip to catch the last of it. He exhaled, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a dazed smirk spreading across his face.
"Fuck... that was—"
"Yeah," I grinned, licking my lips. "You’re welcome."
He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Damn. So, we’re definitely doing this again, right?"
I smirked. "You tell me."
He didn't even hesitate. "Yeah. Fuck yeah."
- Xavier
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