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I was scrolling through Grindr one night, mainly just looking to see who was around. I didn’t have a whole lot of interest in actually hooking up that night, but wasn’t completely opposed to it either. It had certainly happened on nights when I’d been less interested. I was just about to jump off after seeing all the usual profiles around me, when I saw a new one.
He was a very cute guy. His profile photo was of him from the waist up, shirtless at some beach or another. He was lean without being ripped and I could tell from the photo that he was tall too. He had a large, goofy smirk on his face. Intrigued, I clicked to read his profile.
The rest of his photos were even more attractive than the first, but not the overly curated way indicative of a lot of profiles. He seemed like a genuine kind of guy, judging just off of the photos. I scrolled down to read the text of his profile.
He was tall according to his stats, six feet six inches. “Just moved to the area from Chicago. Looking for some friends to show me around.” I hit the message button.
“Hey there. Welcome to town. I’d be happy to show you around sometime.” I was about to close the app and get up to go to bed when he messaged back.
“Thanks. You’re the first one to offer.”
“Really? Can’t imagine that. Surely someone offered something at least, given your very attractive pics.”
“Yeah, but nothing I was interested in at the time.” Before I could respond he messaged again. “What are you up to now?”
“I was about to go to bed. You?”
“Oh… would it be presumptuous to ask if you wanted some company to go to bed with?”
Oddly enough I suddenly felt wide awake, with a certain stirring in my pants, as I typed a response. “Your place or mine?”
He opened the door a half hour later. He was in a very nice building down the block. “Hi. I’m Tony by the way,” he said as I came inside.
“Joel. Lovely to meet you,” I looked around at the apartment. “Nice place you have here.”
“Thanks, sorry it’s such a mess; the move and everything. You want something to drink?”
“Some water would be great,” I followed him to the kitchen. “So how long have you been here?”
“Three days,” he said as he filled a glass and handed it to me. “You?”
“Umm, going on ten years now? College.”
“Ah, nice.”
We stared at each other for a minute while I took a sip. “You mind if we sit on the couch and chat a bit first?” he asked.
“Not at all.” I was a little surprised, but in a pleasant way. He was very cute, and I always enjoyed more of a connection. A little “wham bam thank you ma’am” was good when needed, but I didn’t feel like I wanted that with this guy.
“Yeah, sorry I uh… I got out of a pretty long relationship just before the move and uh… I haven’t been with anyone else since that started. I’m oddly a little nervous,” he said as we sat.
“Really? Wow, that’s kind of nice.”
“What do you mean?”
“The last few hookups I’ve had have been very ‘walk in take clothes off, do it and go.’ I’m a little tired of that.”
“Yeah, I don’t really like that sort of thing. But I thought you were very cute and…” he actually blushed, “I am pretty horny.”
I laughed and moved closer to him. “You like to kiss?”
“Love it.”
“Me too,” I leaned in slowly and he met me halfway. A gentle pressing of the lips was how it started, but it seemed to awaken something in him and he quickly pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. We fell back on the couch a bit as his hands began to roam my body, massaging over my clothes, and occasionally slipping under them.
After a couple minutes he broke away. “This is very nice.”
“Glad to hear,” I grinned.
“How far do you want to get tonight? I did lure you here mainly with the promise of sleep.”
“I’ll go as far as you want to.”
“Nice.” He leaned in and kissed me gently again, his tongue slowly slipping in and exploring my mouth. His arms wrapped around me, one hand reaching up, caressing the back of my head.
After a few moments his hands reached down and began to unbutton my shirt, then he slid it off of me and began to run his hands up my chest, barely touching my skin, sending a small burst of pleasure up my spine. He stopped and gently pinched one of my nipples.
He pulled away and began to kiss down my body. He reached my crotch and slowly undid the button and fly of my jeans. He took my cock in his hand and began to stroke it. “You have a very nice cock,” he said, then began to suck it. The “thank you” I was going to respond with was overtaken by a moan as he began to do something to the tip of my cock like no one had ever done before. He slowly began to make his way down, bobbing his head in small strokes up and down, until he reached the base. I felt the movements of his throat as his hands continued to explore my chest and legs.
Eventually he made his way back up my body, his hands, lips, and tongue tracing the length of my torso, seeming to hit every erogenous zone on the way. He kissed me again, and I pulled him into me, loving the press of his weight on me. He stood up, took my hand, and wordlessly led me across the living room, weaving through boxes, into his bedroom and over to the bed. We lay down, still kissing, him on top caressing every inch of skin he could find.
He had taken all my clothes off on the couch, and now I stripped him. He was only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. When his cock was revealed I smiled. It was very nice. It was large, maybe seven and a half inches, with a bit of girth to it. It had been a while since I had taken anything that big, but I was suddenly looking forward to the challenge.
Throwing the clothes to the side, he got on top of me again, that beautiful cock rubbing against mine as we continued to make out. He was possibly the best kisser I had ever come across. Eventually he did the kissing down my body move again, lingering a bit longer at spots he had noticed I enjoyed on the previous trip. When he got down between my legs he smiled. “Roll over.”
I didn’t need a second encouragement to do so. I rolled onto my stomach and felt him run his hands up my legs, starting at my ankles, until he began to massage my ass. I felt a finger lightly brush my hole, which sent a spasm of pleasure through me and elicited a moan. I could practically hear him smile. A second moan started as he began to eat me out.
He was incredibly talented. I don’t know how long he had me there, squirming from the sensations caused by his mouth, stubble, and occasionally his fingers, but it felt like a blissful eternity. At one point I glanced up and saw a mirror above the headboard. I watched him in it for a bit, and he looked up. We made eye contact in the mirror as he continued to rim me. It was so hot I felt a gush of precum from my cock. He definitely noticed, smiling wickedly in the mirror and teasing the head of my dick as he went back to rimming me.
Eventually he moved up on top of me, grinding his cock into my ass as he kissed my neck. We rolled to the left and he wrapped his arms around me. We laid on our sides, and I turned slightly as we began to make out again. He reached a hand down and began to finger me. I moaned into his kiss as he inserted another finger.
My whole body felt like it was buzzing as I felt his cock replace the fingers. He started very slowly, kissing me the whole time. I started to stroke myself as he picked up the pace. It didn’t take long before I felt the buildup. “I’m going to cum,” I said.
“Yeah, cum for me baby,” he said.
My vision actually blurred a bit as I came, moaning deeply as he continued to fuck me. He slowed his pace as my orgasm ebbed, then slipped his cock out of me. He moved over a bit, allowing me to roll onto my back to catch my breath. There was a slight tingle in my nose, hands, and feet, which sometimes happened when I had a very good orgasm. He smiled at me and then began to kiss my neck. “That was very hot,” he said, his voice muffled by my shoulder.
“It certainly was,” I reached down and began to stroke his cock. “Give me a minute and it will be your turn.”
“Take your time,” he whispered into my ear, his right hand gently stroking my side. I turned to kiss him again, unable to get enough of him. Once I felt the blood return to my hands and feet I raised up, pushing him fully onto his back, and straddled him. I leaned down toward him again, stopping with my face just above his. He moved up to kiss me and I pulled back slightly, just out of reach of his lips. He smiled. “You tease.” I grinned back and then moved to kiss him again. As we did that I reached back and maneuvered his cock toward my hole. I moved my hips, making his hard cock rub against me a few times. He broke away, his head falling back onto the bed. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”
“Thanks. Let’s make it even better shall we?” I raised up slightly and then slowly sank onto his cock, each of us moaning as I went all the way down. I rode him for a couple minutes, loving every moment, until he began to twitch a little.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum if you aren’t careful,” he said.
“Yeah, do it, cum inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, do it.”
He sat up and kissed me again quickly before he moaned and fell back, his back arched, lifting me up a bit as I felt the pulse of his cock. The sight of his face as he came was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. He moaned as he settled back down, then smiled, opened his eyes, and pulled me down to kiss me again. “That, was very good,” he said, then twitched and laughed as I came off him. “Oh wow. That ass of yours… is something else.”
“Thank you,” I fell next to him. He wrapped his arms around me, and we fell into a light doze.
I left the next morning, with actual phone numbers exchanged and assurances to get together again in the next few days. I spent the rest of the day running errands and taking care of the things I usually did on my days off. When I got to work the next day I was greeted by the head of HR. “Oh, hey Joel. I was just talking about you. Have you met the new Apparel Exec?”
“Not yet.”
“He’s great, started yesterday. Let me introduce you,” I followed her into the leadership office. “Hey, come over here a second,” she said to someone in the other set of cubicles as I set my stuff on my own desk. “So this is Joel, one of the leads in Domestics.”
I turned and froze. The new Executive Manager of Apparel, was Tony.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wug1tt/a_grindr_hookup_with_a_surprising_identity_mm