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Subject: Max's Grindr Journey -- Chapter 2 The usual disclaimers -- fictional story, fictional characters. Stay safe, and enjoy! Max's Grindr Journey -- Chapter 2 I went ahead and pressed download. It felt like forever as the download status ring slowly reached completion. And finally, it said, *quot;Open.*quot; My heart was racing. I knew at some point my parents would figure this out, but at that moment I didn't care. I opened the app. It asked all the usual limitations of liability questions which I obviously disregarded, and I began to set up my profile. I kept it simple, typed in my stats (with some obvious exaggerations to ensure my profile was approved), and skipped the picture upload. I was already pushing my limits with setting up a profile; last thing I needed was my picture being seen by everybody and their brother. Before I knew it, my profile was live. The adrenaline was rushing through my blood. My dick was rock hard with anticipation. It was like a kid in a candy room; guy after guy after guy anonymously on the confines of my phone screen, all seemingly nearby and ready for sex. This couldn't be real. I started looking at all the guys that piqued my interest. It was overwhelming. The more I looked, the more I was set on the real thing. As I slowly jerked my now sopping wet, pre-cum slimed dick, the phone buzzed. Then again. And again. And again. I was getting bombarded with messages. Before I knew it, I had over a dozen guys messaging me. This was all so overwhelming. I downloaded the app and was definitely enjoying all the window shopping, but now this? Should I read the messages? Should I message back? What if I knew them? What if they went to my school? I remembered my family's *quot;perfect*quot; reputation, and I was on the abyss of Satan's kingdom. Why shouldn't I? I was gay. I needed an outlet. I had needs. Fuck them all. I opened the first message. I almost vomited. A simple, *quot;Hi,*quot; was followed by a headless nude shot of what appeared to be a 60 year old man, weighing in at about 350 pounds, sporting a 3*quot; boner. The next ten or so messages were not much different. I started to think this whole Grindr thing was a complete joke--a way for old married men to hit on young guys in a desperate search for validation. For a solid hour, guy after guy messaged me, kırklareli escort and it was the same story. I didn't even respond back. I was so discouraged. My rock hard dick slithered back into its shell, and I was sadly out of the mood. Just as I was about to move on to another means of procrastination, my phone buzzed again. This time, the profile picture was promising. The guy's torso looked to be one of a fit guy on the younger side. He indicated that he was 24, 6' 2*quot;, and most interestingly of all, he was within 1000 feet of me. Holy shit! A hot guy looking for sex in my fucking neighborhood! I was scared shitless but magically turned on all the same. My dick sprung back to attention, and my hand was quickly starting to beat it senseless. *quot;Hi,*quot; he said. *quot;What brings you on tonight.*quot; *quot;Not much,*quot; I replied. *quot;Just chillin'.*quot; *quot;Cool. Where you at?*quot; *quot;Bretton Hills. How about you?*quot; *quot;Me, too,*quot; he replied. *quot;You must be pretty closeby.*quot; *quot;No shit, dude. I'm practically in your lap,*quot; I thought to myself. My brain was scanning all the houses nearby. We had a pretty social neighborhood, and I basically knew everyone. But, I didn't know any 24 year-olds--at least any 24 year olds that would be living with their parents. *quot;Got any pics?*quot; he asked. I panicked. I was about to lose all anonymity here if I sent a picture. I resolved to send the ambiguously generic PG headless torso picture--which, frankly, was pretty fucking hot if I do say so myself. I had practiced many a selfie over the past few months, waiting for just the right time to unleash it. I settled on the suggestive *quot;white toweled after the shower torso shot,*quot; with a hint of my happy trail contrasting against my otherwise smooth skin, slightly wet body, and nicely outlined abs (I wasn't quite sporting a 6-pack, but my nightly situp ritual definitely was paying dividends). *quot;Fucking hot shit man!*quot; he replied. He immediately sent one of his own--his version of the white toweled picture, except in his, the towel was on the floor, and his dick was saluting the sky. *quot;Dude, you are so sexy.*quot; And I meant it. I was beating my dick so furiously, and the harder I tugged, the wetter it got. *quot;You got any other pics man? You know, maybe the kind your mom wouldn't want to see?*quot; he asked. kırşehir escort God, if my mom only knew. I'm pretty sure she'd highly object to my post shower tease pic, and that was a PG-rated pic! As much as I wanted to send him some quid pro quo pictures, I thought it best to slow down a bit. Instead, I thought I would ask him some more questions. After all, I had to know this guy, but for the life of me, I just couldn't figure out who it could be. *quot;Yeah man, definitely,*quot; leading him on. *quot;Gimme a sec to take one.*quot; While I admired the glistening head of my 6 inches of steel, I thought about the beautifully sculpted abs of his. They were definitely abs of an athlete. Who did I know that was an athlete? And then it hit me. It had to be Aiden McKinley--6 foot, 190 pounds of solid muscle, blue eyes and blond hair--a pure adonis. He was the captain of the lacrosse team when my brothers were sophomores, and he graduated college 2 years ago; from the looks of his picture, he only got hotter, if that is even possible. I thought he was living in New York City, but realized I had seen him jogging around the neighborhood recently (shirtless, of course). No, it couldn't be. He was straight as could be. He had no doubtedly slept with half the girls in Bretton Hills. Oh, how I fantasized about him. He must have moved back home when the quarantines kicked in. *quot;Can I see your face first?*quot; I asked. That was a pretty innocent question, so I thought. *quot;No way man. How do I know you're not some catfish? I'm super discrete dude. If anyone ever found out I was on Grindr, I'd be toast. My parents would absolutely disown me, and my reputation would be fucked.*quot; Part of me was pissed that he suggested I was some old guy, but the other part of me was drawn in closer, because, holy shit, Mr. Perfect was fucking GAY! I felt an immediate connection, despite our age gap, and was so turned on that this fucking hot stud was into me (or at least the 19 year-old college dude he thought I was pretending to be). *quot;Look man,*quot; I started, *quot;I'm literally in the same boat as you. I'd be on the street faster than you can blink if my old man found out I was window shopping on Grindr, let alone the least bit interested in the male anatomy. I totally get it, so understand I have the kızılay escort same hesitation as you.*quot; And with that, ambiguously satisfied that this guy was the real-deal, I sent a close up picture of my dick. *quot;Wow man, how I'd love to suck that thing dry.*quot; My god, more of this talk and I was going to explode. *quot;Oh yeah?*quot; I said. *quot;Tell me more.*quot; *quot;How do you like getting fucked, man?*quot; he asked. I honestly didn't know, given I was never with a guy (or girl) before. But given I'd watched enough porn in my short lifetime to write a sex for gay guys user manual, I quickly came up with a response. *quot;In the shower, facing the wall, water dripping down my back, with you sliding into my freshly rimmed hole from behind.*quot; Where was I coming up with this shit? But fuck, it was hot, and all I could think about was Aiden raming his thick cock into my tight virgin hole. *quot;Yeah, man, I'd fuck you so hard, you wouldn't know up from down.*quot; The more he said, the more I could feel the tension building in my groin. *quot;Dude, I'm gonna cum!*quot; I wrote. *quot;Wait, I'm almost there. Let's trade pictures of our hot loads after we cum!*quot; And that was all it took--picturing this beautiful, hot guy--who was the subject of many of my late night forbidden fantasies--exploding because he was turned on by me. I shot the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen. I surprised myself with the velocity of the first rope, which hit my forehead with gusto, and then two more hefty loads landed on my chin and belly-button, respectively, followed by a couple of thick drops which dribbled out. I quickly snapped a few shots, picking the best one, and sent my second X-rated picture of the night. His response quickly followed: *quot;OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY GAAAAAAAAAWD!*quot; And as promised, he sent me a picture of his load, which had to be on an all-time list of biggest loads I'd ever seen. It was so amazing. I'd be sure to store that away in my memory book for future jack-off fodder. I was in heaven. This was exactly what I needed. *quot;Hey man, that was so hot,*quot; he wrote. *quot;Yeah, dude, totally.*quot; *quot;Can you send me a face pic? I promise I won't share it with anyone. Trust me man, *quot; he said. And blindly, I took a picture of my naive face and sent it along. And just like that, he ghosted me. ----- What will happen next to Max? Will he be so upset that he won't go back? Or will he hope for another chance encounter with Aiden. Stay tuned for the next chapter, where Max runs into Aiden. Keep your comments coming. Thanks for all the feedback! Hit me up ail!