Subject: Max’s Grindr Journey Chapter 6 The usual disclaimers — fictional story, fictional characters. Stay safe, and enjoy! Also, please consider donating to support this awesome archive of incredible stories to keep it going for our future generation at fty . Max’s Grindr Journey — Chapter 6 –Back to Max– I couldn’t stop thinking about my night at the clearing with Aiden. His body was so amazing, his dick was throbbing, his cum was so delicious and the orgasms he gave me were literally mind blowing. I was going to have a hard time focusing at school tomorrow if I didn’t get some sleep. I was still hard as a rock, but, while it was even hard for me to believe, the well was dry. Too much action on my young dick had taken a toll, and it was chaffed and raw, even hurting a bit. And my hole was still twitching from the pounding it received–all fresh reminders of the erotic night I had just had with my dream god. As the reel of my self-starring porn movie illuminated my imagination, I finally drifted off to sleep. I was awoken the next morning by the familiar chaos of my mom banging on my door. She told me to hurry (her usual soliloquy on how I would never “make it” in life if I couldn’t ever be on time). As I was rushing out the door, she told me not to linger after school because we had “guests” coming over tonight. I paid no attention to her and headed on my way. School couldn’t have dragged on any longer than it seemed. I failed a math quiz for which I hadn’t studied, ate some shitty cafeteria food, and headed off to my science class, when we were greeted by the vice principal in the doorway who told us to all report to study hall in the library because the teacher hadn’t shown up for work today due to a self-quarantine imposed because he had come into contact with someone with COVID. They didn’t have time to hire a substitute, so they sent us off to the library for proper “baby-sitting.” Things were definitely starting to look up. I wanted nothing to do with anything but Aiden. As if he knew I was sneaking peeks at his Instagram feed (I was careful not to follow him or like any of his pictures), there was a fresh batch of barely clothed pictures posted–him at the gym, one with my brother Ryan giving him a piggy-back ride shirtless at the beach, another with Cooper and him clinking glasses at a pool party last summer. They were oddly homoerotic, and I felt my third leg start to chub up. I was desperate to log into Grindr to see if Aiden had messaged me after last night, but even if he did, I wasn’t going to be able to see him if we had guests coming over. My mom often had clients of my dad’s come over [I don’t know why she bothered–he was such an asshole to her], and when they came over, I was expected to be on my best behavior. She even made sure to pick out my clothes for me, which was odd given I was more than capable. I guess I had never really considered it as such, as I always saw her doing the same for my older brothers. Living the Stepford life was a full-time job. Grindr was a problem at school, because I didn’t want the network administrators to see me logging into the app. I’m sure it was violating a million different rules, and the last thing I needed after having failed a quiz today was to be sent off to the dean’s office for breaking some stupid policy. I quickly realized, however, that if I disconnected from the school’s wifi and relied instead on the nearby cell tower service that I would be able to get online without anyone noticing. Moments later I was logged in, and bang, I immediately had a dozen messages. The usual garbage flooded my message list and nothing from Aiden, but there was one blank profile that was 32 feet away with little to no information on the profile–just a black screen suggesting the user was 22 years old. “Hey dude,” the message said. Reluctant to answer, I waited. I was suspicious of blank profiles, but was intrigued all the same given how close this person was to me. “You there?” the message continued a few moments later. “Hi,” I responded. “What’s up?” “Not much. You go to school here?” “Yeah,” I said. “Do you?” kırklareli escort “Yup. My teacher is apparently out with COVID so I’m killing some time in study hall until my next class.” Holy shit. This person was a kid in my school, and in my fucking science class. AND, he was within a few feet of me in the library. I didn’t have my location on, so while he must have figured I was close, I convinced myself that he definitely didn’t have direct evidence that I was in the same room as him. I waited a minute or two without responding and got up to go “look at a book” down one of the many library stacks. I made sure to pick one with a decent view of the room, and brought my phone with me to figure out if I could determine who this mystery guy was. My school wasn’t exactly teeming with a ton of hot guys (so many of them were such arrogant douchebags that any high marks in the physical appearance were often destroyed by deductions for asshole-ness), but there were definitely a few that I wouldn’t mind “cuddling up” next to. I scanned the room and disappointingly didn’t see anyone that fit such a description, nor was there anyone in my science class that I had the hots for, but needless to say, I decided to continue the spy game. Once I felt I was safely hidden from view, I responded to his message. “Dude that sucks for your teacher,” playing stuipd, “but bonus for you to be out of class,” I joked. “Yeah, man. The teacher is a dick. He probably got COVID fucking around on his wife on the side.” Harsh. Wow, but kind of true. We all suspected our science teacher (who was incredibly hot and married to some ugly hag) could only survive life by fucking around on the side. I played along, “Jeez man, yeah I guess. I’ve heard rumors.” Before I pressed send this time, though, I made sure I had a good look out at all the tables where I thought everyone in the library was stationed to ensure I could figure out who grabbed for their phone. I pressed send. As soon as I sent the message, I heard the familiar, but very faint, vibration of a phone nearby. Nobody at any one of the tables so much as moved a finger. The sound was instead coming from behind me. I could have sworn I picked an empty stack, but clearly this guy had the same idea as me and was hiding from plain sight. I quickly turned off my phone buzzer so as to conceal my identity for even a few moments longer. The mystery profile now showed 0 feet away. “You horny?” he asked me back. “I’m horny as fuck and need to bust a nut.” “Wow, so much for niceties,” I said. I mean, after all, I was horny as fuck given how much Aiden had flooded my mind all day, but I was a bit unprepared with how fast this was going. “Yeah, I’m horny dude. I am literally ALWAYS horny.” Send. And the buzz. This time it was louder. I swung around, but nobody was there. I tried peaking through the stacks of books to see if there was anyone, and I could tell there was someone two rows away, but couldn’t make out who it was. I dared to get closer, so I quietly snuck into the next row. Now, I could tell who it was–Connor Micahelson. He was definitely the quintessential douche–football quarterback–hot as fuck, but biggest asshole in the grade. No way this kid was gay. No way this kid liked guys. No way this guy would ever even talk to me in a normal setting, let alone in an intimate, “Hi let’s have anonymous sex”-type setting. I guess I had forgotten he was in my class even though he sat directly in back of me–I never really got to see who was and wasn’t in class today given we were all immediately escorted away at the door. “Same,” he said. “You wanna play truth or dare?” As if I had anything better to do. “Uh, sure. Truth.” “Cool. Have you ever been with another guy before?” That was an easy question. He could have gotten a lot more personal to try to figure out who I was (I would have probably lied anyway), but I had no issues telling him I was with a guy before. “Yeah, man,” I replied. “Hot man. I haven’t, but definitely want to experiment,” he said back. He had to know I was in the next stack by now, but he didn’t kırşehir escort move his body to suggest he was trying to sneak a peek. “Tell me more.” “Dude, sorry. You asked your `truth’ question. You’ll have to wait for the next round.” “LOL man, guess you’re a stickler for the rules. Ok, my turn. I pick Dare.” Hmmm. How was I going to proceed here? I could be a dick and make him do something obnoxious like run around screaming that would frankly be more pleasurable for the poor bored souls in the library, but I was feeling bold (and still horny), and thought I’d suggest more of a risky move. This was Grindr, after all, and we were obviously both here for sex (well, I was actually on the app to see if Aiden had messaged me, but he hadn’t.). As far as I knew, Connor had no idea that he was texting me, the kid standing in the stack only feet away. “I’m horny man, and you did say you needed to get off. I’m going to get up from class and tell my teacher I need to take a leak. I’ll meet you in the faculty bathroom just outside the back entrance to the library.” I figured my story was believable enough, and while faculty bathrooms were definitely off limits to students, this one was hidden from plain sight. It’s as if someone designed it specifically for teachers to sneak off and have sex with students or something. Send. Buzz. And moments later he started to move. Instead of going directly to the exit and to the bathroom, he intentionally came down my stack, bumped into me, said “excuse me” in a rather playful way, and carried on. He was wearing perfectly fitting jeans that outlined his contours in the most appealing way, and his bodily scent lingered as he brushed past. I was on my way to having a sexual encounter with the hottest guy in school. And I had just had sex with the hottest guy on earth the night before. I was becoming a Grindr whore, and I had only been on the app for a few days. At the same time my mind was wandering into the lustful thoughts of having his throbbing dick in my mouth, my heart sank knowing that I was just basically outed to the captain of the football team. This could seriously backfire, in so many ways, but sometimes, when you’re horny, you don’t think straight. As soon as I saw him leave the library, I followed after him. I made sure nobody saw me leave and that there was nobody in sight of the faculty bathroom. Sure enough the coast was clear. Connor was nowhere to be seen, so he either was faithful to the dare and was waiting for me in the bathroom, or I was about to become the victim of the world’s stupidest hate crime. I was hoping it was the former, but in today’s day and age, one just can never be too sure. I approached the bathroom door. It was locked. I was already regretting this. (It was a single stall bathroom, so it made sense that if someone was using it, that it would be locked). The door opened only slightly–enough for me to slip in. I waited a second–my heart beating a million miles a minute–and I entered, again taking extreme care to make sure nobody saw me. Standing before me, completely naked and fully erect, was an incredibly hot, perfectly physiqued, and massively hung classmate, unashamedly waiting for me as instructed. “Dude,” he said, “I had no idea what was going to happen when I messaged your profile on Grindr. I had no clue who it was, but I took a chance. I was sitting a few tables over from you, and when I saw you go for your phone after I pressed send, my dick twitched in excitement and I quickly found a place to take cover and observe what you did. I was pleasantly surprised that it was you–kinda funny that you thought you were inconspicuous by hiding in the row of books,” he laughed. “I think you’re so hot, and exactly my type. I’ve fantasized about you more than you know, especially given you sit in front of me in science class all year. The things I want to do to you and vice versa.” Without any response except an uncomfortable laugh, I knew instinctively what I needed to do. I knelt down and with his one-eyed, 7 inch cock in front of me, dripping wet with precum, I took it into my kızılay escort mouth. And it was a sensual overload. The faint smell of his morning shower soap was intermingled with the beginnings of the day’s ball sweat musk, and his precum was a salty appetizer to what I was hoping to be a nourishing main course. As I used my mouth and tongue to begin Connor’s path toward orgasm, I made sure to slime up his shaft with spit, and I began to maneuver my hands up and down his dick in sync with my sucking. Slowly, my fingers migrated to his tight hole–this guy who claimed to be a man virgin was definitely born to be manhandled, despite his straight-boy, varsity athlete, jock-image he openly portrayed. I slid my wet finger inside his hole, and after a brief wince, he started to moan and thrust. He was face fucking me, while fucking my finger. I slowly inserted a second one, and it only made him even more aggressive with his thrusting. My eyes were watering, and I gagged multiple times as his massive cock was hitting the back of my throat. The relentless supply of precum was making me lust after him like a dog in heat; I couldn’t get enough. Taking complete control of this gorgeous jock, I flipped him around and bent him over the sink. While Aiden was in complete charge of me in our submissive encounter last night, today, I was the dominant partner in the relationship, and I shoved my tongue deep into his ass. It tasted odd–a bit bitter, a bit of a noxious odor, but once I got inside his tight hole, it was so sweet and soft. I couldn’t get enough. My own cock was about to rip open my pants, so while my tongue was nestled snugly inside his hole, I unbuttoned my pants, slid them down to my ankles, and let my beast free. My dick was sopping wet, and needed no extra lubricant. It knew exactly what it wanted. I stood up, and having properly lube his ass with my tongue, I stuck my dripping wet cock into his hole. With all my tounge and finger fucking, his virgin hole was more than ready to accept my throbbing meat, and with a gasp, his ass swallowed my dick. He and I immediately found a perfect fucking cadence, and within 30 seconds, I felt the familiar swelling in my groin. I knew I was going to cum, and I could sense he was about to as well. “Connor, I’m gonna cum man. Your hole is so tight,” I said, out of breath from all the thrusting. “Dude, me too. But can you do me a favor,” he said in the heat of our passion, “don’t cum inside my ass. I want it in my mouth.” He barely got the words out before I was on the verge of spewing. I pulled out quickly and pushed him to the floor. He knew exactly what to do, and like a sad puppy looking for a treat, he looked up at me, mouth open, tongue out, and I showered him with cum. Ropes of my baby juice went all over his face, his hair, his clothes. I couldn’t help it. I felt bad that so little landed in his mouth, but he was desperately using his free hand to grab gobs of it from wherever he could and lap it up. “MMMMMM, man…so hot. I’m gonna cummmmmmmmmmmm,” he let out, and before he wasted any, I got down and put the head of his cock in my mouth and greedily tasted my reward. The whole session took less than 5 minutes, which is good, because after all, we were at school, and were trying hard not to get caught. We both cleaned up as best we could, saying nothing to each other. I slipped out of the bathroom before him, but as I was about to leave, he pulled me back in, gave me the deepest kiss possible, and told me he was happy that it was me that was his first. “Thanks man,” he said. “I hope we can do this again, sometime.” “Yeah, definitely,” I replied, as my dick twitched again. I swear it was still hard and ready for round two. I quietly slipped out, ensuring I was alone in the hallway before heading back to the library. “Wow,” I thought to myself as I went back to the table where I had left my things in the library. Within a few minutes, Connor found his way back, as well, and sat himself down at his pile of miscellaneous belongings. We exchanged a brief glance, and he winked at me, followed by the biggest smile ever. “I’m a whore,” I continued to think. “But I am fucking on top of the world!” Then, the bell rang. —- That’s it for this installment. Send me comments, feedback, inspiration (18+) to keep me motivated and keep the story moving. It’s been so much fun to write for you all! ail