Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2016 04:16:48 -0600 From: dbdsys400@gmail.com Subject: The Hookup ~*~*~disclaimer~*~*~ This is fiction. I don't care what you do with this story. This is the internet. You are welcome to contact me at dbdsys400@gmail.com and I will probably answer. ~*~*~disclaimer~*~*~ Well, I didn't expect this. I thought I was the only one fucking up grindr. And I'm now 18. Over the past few years I had been hooking up with guys pretty consistently. Older, of course, and yeah I told all of them I was 18 throughout high school, it's better for everyone involved that way. The guys I was into weren't that old, usually college. I'm pretty sure most of them knew I wasn't 18 but being a senior now - well - the fiction wasn't fiction anymore. My parents bought me a car, and hey in a couple months I can host at my own place, maybe. To get it out of the way, my name's Tyler. I'm 6'0", 150lbs with shaggy brown hair, what people tell me are stunning blue eyes, and I could easily pass as straight but I've been out since middle school. Not really straight acting, just, 'normal' I guess. Anyway I got a message off Grindr from a blank profile. No picture, no details. Just "whats up" and 99 times out of 100 this is going to be a guy in his 50s offering to suck me dry or whatever creepy bullshit they can muster. Not that I hadn't gone with that before when I was desperate - but it had always been just as fucking terrible as I imagined. "not much you" This is how I usually respond. Why engage seriously with "whats up". He sent three pictures. His face, his face and body, and his dick. Oh also he looked like a fucking kid. He was. There's no way he wasn't 13 or 14. A lot of stuff went through my head. My first hookup was when I was 12 with a guy I met online. Maybe that fucked me up. I'm not gonna say I had never thought of younger guys before, because I sure as fuck had. But that was just a fantasy. I replied with some more of my pictures, none of them really explicit because who knows who this really is, right? His name's Ethan, he's 5'4 and 110lbs and also has shaggy brown hair, and with what I'd consider stunning blue eyes. He says he's 18. Yeah, he's not 18. I went along with the fiction, because, well, it's better for everyone involved that way. My first instinct at any other time would be to keep the conversation pretty distant. But I was slightly drunk and had been looking at some Tumblr shit, so I asked him what he was doing. "my parents are on a cruise, want to hang out or watch a movie or something?" The conversation went on for another couple minutes before we exchanged phone numbers and then I got his address. Driving across Dallas suburbia on a Wednesday night is a weird exercise in second guessing yourself. I don't know what drove me on. Probably cheap vodka and just wanting to fuck this kid. We hadn't even discussed fucking but, fuck yes. I gave his description but didn't really describe how hot he is (he's gorgeous) and he seemed legit and from the brief conversation pretty smart. After navigating the North Texas highway system for an hour I showed up at his house. At this point I realized there's no way he's fucking alone, right? There's gotta have a babysitter or something. I called him as soon as I was 15 minutes to his place. He said he was alone. I guess his parents trusted him to be responsible. He wasn't. Instead of knocking on the door I called him again while standing in his front yard. He opened the door and while it was dark as fuck he was every bit as cute as the pics he sent me. I walked in. I said "whats up" "not much, watching a movie" "cool" He closed the door behind me. "uh im watching guardians of the galaxy, er you can take your shoes off if you want" "cool ok" I took my shoes off and followed him to the living room. He hadn't started the movie yet. There was a bottle of gin on the kitchen bar, half full. It probably wasn't all him, he seemed pretty with it but, I think he had had a couple drinks. "do you want something?" he asked. "wow i dont think you are old enough. but ok" I laughed Ice and gin. We sat on opposite ends of the couch. We got through maybe ten minutes of the movie before he'd made his way to my side and straddled over my body. I'm not sure if he's done this before because his kissing is something like biting and licking. I'm good with it. He's seriously cute. This is actually happening so I took the initiative and shifted him under me and started sucking on his lips and neck. A couple minutes later he takes his shirt off and I did the same. I started biting his neck. Ethan went wild and I guess I wasn't thinking of how he'd explain a hickey. We took off our pants and I flipped him around again, letting him on top, letting this horny as fuck kid rub up and down my boxers and pretend to ride it. I guess I shouldn't have done any of this. I guess I should have realized this was a bad idea. I pulled myself up and pushed him onto my dick, letting my dick out of my boxers and having his cute af face try and suck it. I don't know if he had sucked anyone off before, he probably had, but he was terrible at it, and I loved it, and started fucking his face probably being more aggressive than he expected. Ethan immediately started choking on it and I kept pushing his head down. He kept trying. After awhile I took off his briefs and he took off my boxers. I really wanted to fuck him, but didn't have lube. I had forgotten lube. He'd been trying to suck me off for like ten minutes. I awkwardly asked him if he had any vaseline or something. "vaseline?" "yeah or something like that" "i.." "yeah" "..hold on" He came back with some offbrand pump lotion. I went back to having him suck me off. I wasn't still sure if I could really do this. I was pretty sure after another couple minutes of this kid going down on me. I think he expected this but, at me flipping him over again, I knew he hadn't done this before. I pumped the lotion on my dick and wasn't super romantic about it, maybe should have been. He was too fucking tight. We had muted the movie and he was looking over at the screen. The couch had turned into a mess and all the back cushions were on the floor. I finally got the head of my dick in and he looked back over at me. I recognized the look. The first time someone fucks you is pretty much just sheer pain. There was no pleasure at all my first time, just a gritty "I can power through this" attitude and trying not to scream. I was in and grabbed his hair, shifted my body in a better position, and started sliding my dick into his asshole. Here, in his childhood home, where his parents thought their kid would be responsible enough to leave alone for the week, I was using cheap lotion and no condom and starting to pound away at his hole on his living room couch. He closed his eyes and I felt my dick around his hole, thrusting in and out, with the full weight of my body on him, my hands behind his neck and hair, telling him god knows what bullshit in his ear. Ethan felt my dick shoot cum into him, I was still biting his neck. I could have been better than this, could have eased him in. But I remember my first time and it was in the back of a car and I was crying. He held up really well as I pulled my dick out of his loaded hole. I got a glass of water and put my clothes on. He got a glass of water and went to the bathroom. I stuck around until he got out, this wasn't really a hug situation so I awkwardly said "have a good night" "you too" and left his house. Leaving his neighborhood I realized he hadn't gotten off, but I knew from experience that this would go in his spankbank. Ethan would get off plenty. There were also a lot of other guys on grindr who would be into him and he'd continue to get it. That's how I started.