I've been in a committed relationship for a while now, but a prior story reminded me of my last time on Grindr.
I was a very horny boy. Very hormonal. I'd masturbate three times at day at the very least. That's how I first started watching gay porn, to push myself, see what I couldn't get off to. So years go by, I'm denying I'm gay, but still jerking it sexy guys. Then I find out about Grindr. That's the next frontier. The next way I can push myself to the edge.
My first hookup is with a bloke who tastes like cigarettes and offers me meth (would have been an interesting experience). Then a fair few more uneventful ish occurrences until the night in question.
A bloke was looking for someone to suck him off, nothing else. Like me, he wasn't gay. But fuck it, I wanted some fun, so I headed over. He let me in, he was as nervous as I was. He sat down in a chair, and his cock was massive, I could barely fit my mouth around it. But I got to work, and as I stroked myself off, he started his dirty talk. Calling me a nasty little boy, pulling my hair as he pushed himself further and further down my throat. I tried to ask him to not cum in my mouth, but it was too late, and I pulled my mouth off as I was spitting and coughing. He immediately came to, as if sobering up, and apologised, saying he doesn't do this, he's not gay etc etc. I asked if he'd ever been fucked before, and he said no.
We'll be celebrating our 4, year anniversary in May, and as far as anyone knows, we're both 'straight'. It's just more fun that way.