Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2020 17:46:18 -0400 From: Nifty Writer Subject: Max's Grindr journey This is the set-up of a story that is completely fictional and not based on any actual real-events or people. It's my first attempt at a story, so please give me some time to get to what could be a hot journey for our main character. Any feedback would be welcome, and you can email me your thoughts at niftywriter2002@gmail.com. I always knew I was "different." I came across as being your typical, run-of-the-mill teenager, obsessed with my two additional appendages (i.e., my smartphone and my dick). I was a good looking kid by most standards--nicely filling out my post pubescent body into a toned frame due to all the training I was doing for my upcoming senior year sports seasons. That is, if we even have them because of this pandemic thing that has pretty much ruined my social life. My dick, though, was definitely not "run-of-the-mill;" maybe it was from all the "exercise" it was getting from my right hand, or maybe it was just genetics, but at 7.5", it was bound to choke a throat or two. It also was known to spew copious amounts of both the salty precum and the creamy cum, which I personally think is so hot. Speaking of that, let's talk about my background. My name is Max, and I come from a well-off family. I'm the youngest of four, and we are the quintessential picture of what family should look like. My two older brothers graduated from Ivies and had full scholarships--one lax and the other crew--and both have incredible good looks. My sister is currently at law school and is drop dead gorgeous. My dad found early success in life, winning big on private equity investments that all seemed to pay off at the just the right time and mom was a philanthropist, dedicating all her free time to helping those less fortunate than us (and frankly, one could argue that seemingly was everyone). But not all was as it seemed behind the doors of our well maintained house, our perfectly manicured lawn, and the bucolic image that we were portraying. Mom and dad were always fighting (she suspected him of having an affair), and my older siblings treated me like I was the dark horse of the family--lazy, go-nowhere, and embarrassing. I had big shoes to fill, and the pressure was insane--not to mention that there was this secret I was hiding and knew would devastate the family's perfectly curated image. I was gay. I knew from a young age that I wasn't like all my other guy friends. When they talked about girls and how it made their dicks feel, I thought about their dicks and how it made my dick feel. When I watched the "PG-13" scenes of intimate moments in movies or on TV growing up, I was thinking about the guys and not the girls. And when I jacked off, it was to images of hot twinks on my phone or in my mind. Big boobs were interesting to look at and could get me hard, but the feeling that overcame me when I watched two guys going at it on screen, or when I fantasized about a dick penetrating my ass was indescribable. My dick would get so hard and then came the precum--oozing doesn't describe how much would come out of my dick during a jacking session. It was a virtual faucet of endless warm fluid. I would often lap it up, getting a good solid couple of drops between my thumb and forefinger, and play with it a bit--all stringy--before consuming it in my mouth. I spent hours fantasizing about what it would taste like from someone else--the quarterback, the guy at the checkout, the math teacher, the hot actor from my favorite teen drama on whatever streaming service--you name it, and I've fantasized about it. I was a horny teenager. A virgin. Gay as could be. But nobody would ever suspect it--seemingly straight as an arrow. And it was eating me alive. I had so many other questions. There were the obvious sex-driven questions: Was I a top or a bottom? Would I be able to pleasure a guy with my mouth? Did it really feel good to have a dick inside you (I've tried my fingers, but really couldn't figure out how the guys in the videos were all crazy for dick in their ass)? What did it feel like to be rimmed? How could rimming a guy's ass, where he shits out the grossest and smelliest of stuff, be pleasurable? The mind of a teenaged, hormone-raging, young man was spinning with all sorts of questions and possible answers. It led to many an exploratory binge on the tube sites, the story archives, and self-help forums. But it wasn't enough. I was ready to explode. I was starting to realize that I needed the real thing. Then came the other questions. What would my parents say? What if I was caught? How would the family image survive if people found out I was gay? What if I got an STD? Those types of questions created more stress, and frankly, only made me more conflicted and wanting to burst. Such was the daily turmoil that the "perfect family," the "perfect parents," and the "perfect son" living in the "perfect house" dealt with. I needed help. I needed to tell someone my secret. But I had nobody I could trust. Last night, however, something changed. I was going through my normal rituals of procrastinating before I finally sat down to do my homework. I flipped through my friends' latest posts on social media, when I went down the rabbit hole of YouTube, which ultimately progressed to watching TikToks of hot guys dancing half naked, to some gay sex videos. I was hard as a rock. Dripping with precum. Ready to explode. On the edge. But I needed something more tonight. I had come across this app called Grindr but never downloaded it. I was too afraid my parents would find it on my phone and freak out. But at this moment, I was so horny I didn't care. I would figure it out later. I went to the app store. It was staring me in the face. I didn't know if I should press download. ---- That's it for Chapter 1. Let me know if you guys like it and where you think the plot line should go!