I’m not sure what it is about me and why straight men gravitate to me so much, but this magnetism has blessed with many hot experiences. This is one of them.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I received a message on my Grindr profile from a blank photo. If you’ve ever used Grindr, then you know that blank photos are either extremely hot men or bots. Thankfully, this guy ended up being really hot. He had to be freshly 21, left deltoid tattoo, the kind of type that looks like he may have been part of some punk rock band or something. He was pale, had a nose piercing, jet black hair, tall, and had a jawline that could cut wood.
He wanted to meet but we were both unable to host due to my roommates and him being with his family, so I decided to drive over to him and pick him up. He shamefully scurried out of his hotel room and got into my car. I looked at him for a sec – what an extremely cute straight boy! He seemed nervous and I can see the huge adam’s apple bob up and down was he swallowed when he jumped into my passenger seat.
we quietly drove away to a secluded spot that I knew no one would bother us. When I finally parked, I turned to him and asked, “Are you okay?”
I could see now that he was sweating. I heard him make a grunt sound and mutter, “You’re not an axe murderer or anything, are you ?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “Do I look like an axe murderer?”
That question seemed to lighten the mood, and I could see him sink comfortable into the seat. “Nah,” he sighed. “Guess not.”
I’ve played this game before with straight guys and their first time. They are always so nervous and yet their cock never fails to reveal the truth. he was wearing black jeans at the time, but even in the dull moonlight I can see the bulge growing in his pants.
He was staring ahead at the empty road, seemingly unsure of what to do. I put one hand on his shoulder and squeezed, and trailed a finger until I was massaging his left ear. I felt him lean into my hand and shiver. From the corner of my vision, I saw the bulge his jeans twitch at my touch.
With my other hand, I undid his seat belt and rested my palm softly over his crotch. He made a sharp inhale and I felt his body tense. “Hey, I uh, I have never done this before. I am not sure-“
I rubbed the back of his head and he leaned to it and relaxed again. How cute – he was like a little scared puppy. “You can trust me,” I assured him. “You’ll be taken care of – I promise.”
I started to stroke his bulge while staring at his eyes. I have to admit – it’s always intense looking at straight men’s eyes during the first time. It’s always a mix of confusion, shame, anxiety, and… lust. we stared at each other like this for a few minutes. My hand starts to feel wet from the precum seeping from the fabric of his jeans.
I could see him start to breathe heavily, the look in his eyes become piercing and intense. Suddenly, he pulled me into one of the best kisses I’ve ever had. He moaned as we kissed. It was a mix of passion, rawness, desperation, relief, and trust. His tongue entered my mouth as he pulled me deeper, wanting more and more. His hips starts to buckle against my hand.
I took this as a single that I could proceed. I quickly unbuckled his pants and revealed his cock. He whimpered at my touch and quickly started to thrust himself into my grasp. He was so, so wet now. “Fuck,” he grunted. “this feels so fucking good”.
his breath was quickening now and I could feel he was already getting close. I squeezed his cock hard hoping that would keep him from wanting to burst, but it only made him moan even more. when i felt his cock harden , I knew what was coming. I leaned forward and stuffed his hard cock deep in my mouth until I could feel his head twitching in the back of my throat. It only took two trips up and down before he got to the point of no return.
“Holy shit, holy fuck. fuck fuck, I’m cumming.” he held my hair and push his cock deeper inside me. He came hard. his cock throbbed and flicked inside me after what felt like ropes of cum were spilling down my throat. Like a champ, i swallowed it all, but I don’t think i’ve ever swallowed so much before.
After a few moments of him breathing and sighing, his dick started to soften. I give him a couple of goodbye-sucks before release him from my jaw. I looked up at him, gave him a wink, and petted his head. “Good boy,” I said playfully. Even in the dark, I could see him blushing. “I’ll drive you back home.”
When we got back to the dingy motel, he muttered, “thanks.” surprisingly, he didn’t leave my car right away. instead, he reached over and gave me a long, hard hug before leaving the car. Not a word was said as he closed my door and walked back to his motel.
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I still think about this moment often, even almost a decade later. I wonder how he is doing. Yes, this is a real story, and yes, there is many more to come.