Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2017 22:42:34 +0000
From: Matty N <niftymatty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Grindr Adventures - Chapter four

Hi guys,

This is my first time writing anything for someone else to read so I'd
really like to hear any feedback that you have. You can email me at
niftymatty@hotmail.com. Apologies for any errors.

Thank you so much to those who have emailed - I can't explain how
motivating it is and it definitely pushed me to write this next part
quicker to get it out there to you.

Disclaimer: this story is not designed to encourage any young lads, like
Jamie, to sign up to an online app and attempt to meet men for sex. This is
a piece of fiction and Jamie, unlike in the real world, is always safe in
his encounters.

All copyrights are mine except for the use of the word 'Grindr' which is,
unsurprisingly, owned by Grindr. If you aren't of legal age then it's your
decision to continue reading and take the consequences.

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Previously:

In the last 24 hours, Jamie has had two oral based experiences with hung
men - both of which have cum in his mouth or throat. He has also had his
most adventurous experience yet with a third man - Mark. Mark invited Jamie
around to his house where he proceeded to suck on our boy's cock and eat
his delicious virgin hole. The hairy muscle stud definitely took control of
the situation and even tied Jamie's wrists together to stop him from
touching his own cock. He then thrust his cock against Jamie's and over
Jamie's boy hole until he causes them both to cum. Our boy hero loved the
experience but, before he left, he found out that Mark was a married man
and he is feeling a bit conflicted over that.

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Grindr Adventures - Chapter four.

Across the night, my dreams were filled with thoughts of sex. Visions of
men using me for their pleasure flashed through my mind: the first man
holding my head so I had to swallow his cum; the chav, with his huge cock,
rubbing it all over my face and Mark sliding his thick girthy cock over my
tight virgin hole. I woke up sweating and rock-hard. I have no idea how I
didn't cover my sheets, and myself, with spunk during the night - those
were some of the most intense dreams I had ever had.

It was Sunday. Sunday is football day. I'd been playing football (soccer
for you Americans) ever since I was a little kid. In primary school, I'd
played on the school team and joined up with the local junior club and, as
I moved into secondary school, I just continued on. Now, I played for the
under 17s team for my area and Sunday was always match day during this part
of the year. I was a centre midfielder, which basically means that I had
one of the more adaptive roles on the team. When we were being attacked, I
dropped back to help the defensive line and force the ball back up the
field. When we were attacking, I drove the ball up and pushed forward; I
might not have always been the one to score the goals but you can be damn
sure it was me who set up our strikers and enabled them to get that goal.

I loved playing the game and I was pretty decent too. Don't get me wrong, I
was never going to be good enough to play professionally but I was more
than good enough for a Sunday youth league. It helped that playing meant I
was surrounded by a bunch of fit healthy teenagers with good bodies all
dressed in sexy footy kits; damn, sometimes I don't know how I managed to
stop myself just dropping to my knees and knocking one out in the middle of
the match.

With all the excitement of my dreams, I'd woken up pretty late and didn't
have time to take care of my teenage wood. In fact, I didn't even have time
to shower before slipping into a simple black jock (our coach insists we
wear these) and my kit - a pair of blue shorts with a white t-shirt
accented with blue designs across it. I thought our kit looked pretty hot
and there were definitely times, after a long sweaty match, that I'd have
'messed around' with any of the lads on our team.

My dad always drives me to my matches and stays and watches. We've been
pretty close growing up but I think he recognises that I'm starting to pull
away and becoming more independent so he likes to keep hold of these little
things that we do together. I don't know how he'd react to finding out what
I've been getting upto these last couple of days. To be honest, he probably
wouldn't mind that I'm gay but I think he'd definitely have something to
say about the three loads of strangers' cum I've guzzled down in the last
24 hours. He broke me out of my thoughts.  "So how do you think you're
going to do today?" he asked.  "I don't know dad," I replied, "We've got a
really good team but so have they."  "What are their players like?"
"Pretty decent - they have one lad in midfield who plays a bit dirty though
so I'm going to have to watch him." I explained.  "What do you mean?"  I
told my dad about what I'd heard from the coach - that they had one lad
who, if he couldn't be faster and more agile than you, would just try to
injure you and get you taken off the game.  "Well that's just crap," he
said, "You best not get caught up in all that; you don't want to spend your
Christmas holidays in a cast. That'll really cut into what you can do."  If
only he knew how right that would be. My new sexual adventures would
definitely be hampered by an injury and bed rest.

We arrived at the pitch and started pre-game warm ups. All the parents took
their places on the sidelines, wrapped in warm coats and scarves while we
braved the winter winds in nothing but shorts and t-shirts. It was cold at
first but I soon warmed up just in time for the match to start. As we
waited for kick off, I sized up the other team. This was something I always
did at the start of a match but not to check if there were any sexy boys
(that was just an added bonus). No, I'd check for sizing, builds, how
confident their players looked, what formation they were starting with
etc. However, this time I was looking for one player in particular: the
dirty one. When I found him, I was a little taken aback. He was stunning!
Standing taller than me at about 5ft8, he was a teenage wet dream with his
styled blond hair and cute features. He didn't look anywhere near
aggressive enough to be the player I had been warned about - how wrong I
was.

Now, I'm not going to bore you with a full, detailed description of the
game. The first half went well and I played strong. I set up for two goals
and scored one myself. The dirty mid from the other side couldn't keep up
with me and repeatedly tried to foul me. Luckily, I was too agile for him
and I could see him getting more and more wound out. That was fine with me;
let him make a stupid mistakes and get taken off. We'd definitely win then.

At half term, I checked my phone and found a message waiting for me on the
Grindr app. It was from a completely blank profile - no text, no pic, not
even an age - and said that he was someone who was looking to play with a
hot teen boy like me. He asked if I could send him a pic. Now, the running
around for the first half had got my testosterone pumping round my system
and I was horny as hell so of course I sent him one. He replied by asking
if I was playing in the Sunday league matches. I assumed that he must be
one of the guys in the small crowd that had gathered to watch so told him
that I was. He suggested meeting up afterwards and told me that he would
come meet me in the toilets after the match. This was equally hot as fuck
and scary as hell. I'd never seen this guy and my requests for a pic of him
were just ignored. The second half started up before I had enough time to
ask him anything else.

It played out much like the first but with their dirty mid trying either
harder to come for me. He barged me every chance he got, kicked my shins,
hit at me with his arms and even tried to foul me twice. For one of them,
he got a yellow card when he sent me tumbling onto the floor by sweeping my
legs from under me.  "You try that again and I'm going to fuck you up!" I
screamed in his face.  "Haha," he laughed, "You wish! If you can't handle
it, you know what to do."  Whether it was my warning or the yellow card, he
did seem to back off slightly after that; he was still a pain in the arse
but didn't try anything dangerous again.

The full-time whistle went and we'd won the match 5 - 2. It was another
good victory for our team and kept us securely at the top of the league for
the moment. We shook hands with the other side but, oddly, when I went to
shake with their dirty mid, he couldn't even look me in the eye. Maybe he
was ashamed of his shitty behaviour, who knows? As I collected my things, I
remembered about the Grindr message and checked my phone. Nothing further
had come through. I had a decision to make: go home now with my dad and
miss out on what could be hot sex or lie to my dad and go wait in the
toilets with no idea who this guy was. I wish I could tell you that I
seriously debated it, that I thought long and hard about the merits and the
risks of each but I didn't. I'm a horny teenage boy with testosterone
pumping around my body after the hard and sweaty match I'd just played; of
course I was going to meet this guy!

I told my dad that I was going to hang around with my friends from the team
for a while and would walk home. I could tell he was a little disappointed
but he headed home anyway and just reminded me to be back in time for the
Sunday roast. I headed for the toilet block at the end of the field.

When I get there, it was empty so I waited, trying to look casual as if
standing around in toilets was an everyday occurrence for me. I wondered
about who was going to come: maybe it would be one the dads from other team
coming to take out his frustration on my throat or maybe one of my own
mates' relatives who had been lusting after my arse on that field for
years. I didn't have to wait long but I was truly shocked by who entered.

He came in looking sheepish, his head down and his cheeks a bright
red. This wasn't the nasty daddy I was expecting; it was the other team's
dirty mid. Almost immediately, my horniness took a back seat and I just
felt angry.  "What the fuck are you doing here?" I shouted at him.  He
still couldn't look up at me, "You know why I'm here."  "You're the guy?" I
asked.  "Yeah," he replied.  "You've got a lot of fucking nerve expecting
anything from me after the way you just played." I was so pissed off with
this kid. Sure he was a little stud but I about to offer up my throat to
him just because he was fit.  "I get that you're pissed," he started, "I'm
sorry. Look, that's why I asked you here. Now you can make it even."  "What
the fuck are you talking about?"  He stammered, unsure of how to reply, "I
know I was bad on the pitch... I was... naughty... so punish me for
it... please."  At this, he looked up. His eyes pleading with me and I
suddenly understood. This boy didn't want to fuck my throat or use me to
get off. He wanted to be used and by someone that he had made hate
him. This was completely out of my wheelhouse given that I had been the
submissive on each of my encounters so far but this boy... grr... I can't
explain it. He had me so angry and so horny at the same time; I wasn't
going to pass this up.

I grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him against the wall.  "You're
going to do everything I say, understand?" I growled at him.  He just
nodded, a sick smile appearing across his face. I mashed my lips against
his and started to kiss him. Aggressively, I forced my tongue into his
mouth and his submissively obeyed; using his tongue only to stroke mine and
never trying to push it into my mouth. After a few moments, I put my hands
on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. He was trapped between
the wall and me with his face at the same level as my shorts. My jockstrap
underneath them was already bulging with my cock straining against it. I
pushed his face into my crotch.  "Breath it in deep you cheeky little
fucker," I told him, "Smell what a winner's sweaty balls are like."  To his
credit, he obeyed and started to take deep breaths with his head buried
against my crotch. From his quiet moans, it seemed to be turning him on
too.

I reached down and pulled him back with one hand and lowered my footy
shorts with the other. I shook them off my feet and I was left in my
jockstrap. I smashed the pouch of my jock back into his face and told him
to start licking. His tongue explored every centimetre of that pouch,
teasing my cock underneath and feeling the heat from it. It suddenly came
to me what I wanted this dirty little slut to do. I turned around, my arse
already exposed in my jockstrap, and ordered him to get his tongue into my
arse.  "But, you're all sweaty," he started to protest. His complaints were
silenced pretty quickly when I pushed my arse back against his face,
trapping him between my cheeks and the wall. He had no choice but to start
licking and kissing my sweaty teen hole. He was nowhere near as talented
with his tongue as Mark had been but, in that moment, I didn't care. I had
a nasty little teen slut on his knees, in the middle of a public toilet,
licking my virgin hole and cleaning away all the sweat from that footy
match. I was just as turned on by being dominant as I had been by being
submissive and this realisation was opening up a whole new world for me. I
didn't care that I hated this boy. I didn't care that anyone could walk in
to the toilets and see us. All I cared about was getting off.

I pulled him up to his feet and told him to strip which he did but I
stopped him before he removed his jock. He had a good body, not as good as
mine but still well developed. His arse was sexy as fuck though. Pushing
his front against the wall, I placed one of my hands on the back of his
head and slid the other down to his bum. My middle finger glided down his
crack and over the top of his hole. He moaned out loudly at this and
immediately started to push back against my hand. This slut was in heat and
his hole was just crying out for attention. I slowly slid my middle finger
inside him, listening to the satisfied groan from him as I did. It was very
hot and tight inside and his hole pulsed around my finger. I started to
slide in and out of him and it wasn't long before I felt his hole loosen
enough to force a second finger inside. He was moaning out like a bitch in
heat so I had to use my other hand to cover his mouth, stop him from
attracting too much attention.

I was finger-banging this boy. Pushing my two fingers in and out and
getting faster all the time. He was practically screaming into my other
hand. Without warning, I pull both out and watched as his hole pulsed,
desperate for more. My cock was throbbing, only inches away from his open
hole. I could do it. I could fuck him here and now. Shoot my load deep
inside his cocky little twink hole. He mumbled something against my hand so
I removed it.  "Please..." he begged, "Please fuck me. I need it. I need
you inside me so bad."  And just like that, any desire I had to fuck this
boy vanished. I hated this twat and if there is one thing you don't do for
guys you hate, it's give them what they want.  "You fucking wish you nasty
slut. Now, on your knees and open up."  He dropped and turned around, his
cute little face under my cock with his mouth open. I lined up and pushed
my 6-inch teen cock down straight down into his throat. He gagged but I
didn't care. I started thrusting as I was fucking his face and could feel
my balls starting to tighten. The blowjob was wet to say the least,
probably because I didn't actually let him suck me off. His constant
gagging at being forced to take my cock into his throat was causing saliva
to coat the bottom of his face and my cock and balls too. He looked like
such a slut and that turned me on even more.

I was close. So close. Too close to turn back from it and with a loud groan
I pushed my cock into his throat as far as it would go and held it there as
I shot load after load of my hot teenage spunk into him. As I started to
withdraw, he continued to suck gently and use his tongue to collect up any
last droplets. Looking down at him, he was a mess. His face was coated in
saliva, which has dribbled down onto his chest, and his eyes were glazed
over. He was still wearing the jock and I felt a moment of sympathy for the
lad.  "Go on," I said, "You can get your cock out and wank til you cum."
Upon hearing this, he went bright red and started to splutter and stammer.
"I... erm... well... I... I've already cum."  "When?" I asked.  "While you
were fingering my hole. It was too much and I shot a load into my jock."  A
smile crossed my face. I ordered him to take the jock off and give it to
me. He hesitated for a moment but then complied, revealing a little
4.5-inch cock as he did. No wonder he had wanted mine so much - I was a
year younger than him but had an inch and a half on him! I dressed in this
time and then I took the jock from him. I told him that he had to wait in
the toilets for 5 minutes after I had left.

With that, I stuffed his spunk filled jock into my pocket and set off home
for what I'm sure was to be a delicious Sunday roast.


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Thank you for reading the fourth chapter of Grindr Adventures. I hope you
liked it. Please send any feedback, comments or ideas to me at
niftymatty@hotmail.com. If you aren't sure what to put then just let me
know which guy has been your favourite so far ;-)