Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2018 21:01:14 +0000
From: Danny Writer <omgdannywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Downloading Grindr - Chapter three

Hello everyone. I'm new to writing stories, at least ones that are read by
other people, so any feedback would be appreciated. You can email me at
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All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story
are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of
18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are
offended by the idea of a 17-year-old boy discovering his sexuality with
other teens and men.

Thank you so much for all the emails and messages on tumblr about the first
chapter. It's so motivating to hear how much you've enjoyed my first post
and how you want me to continue and it definitely encouraged me to get this
chapter out quicker. Please enjoy

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Chapter 3 of Downloading Grindr

I love showering. That might sound like an odd thing to say but there is
something about standing in a quiet room, the feel of the cool tile against
your bare feet and the warm water pouring over you that is just
so... serene. When my parents converted the loft into a room for me, I
begged them to add an ensuite. It cut a decent chunk out of my room but
gave me my own private space and a really lovely and powerful shower. More
than worth it, I'm sure you'd agree.

I know lots of people wank in the shower but, for me, that's never really
been something I've done. Don't get me wrong, I can see how it'd be hot and
I definitely want to have some fun with someone else in the shower
eventually but, when I wank, I prefer to spread out on the bed and really
be able to relax into it.

Coming back from sucking off Jack, there was a fairly large part of me that
felt like a slut. I'd just met a boy I didn't know, taken his cock all the
way down to the root and had him pump my tummy full with his teen load. To
be truthful with you, I'm not quite sure how I was feeling about that. On
the one hand, I really liked the attention I'd got, the fun I'd had and
both Ethan and Jack had been absolutely stunning examples of everything
that is right with British twinks. That being said, I didn't want to get a
reputation and risk everyone finding out about who I am or worse, finding
out about everything I'd been getting up to as part of who I am.

My mind alternated between these two ideas as the water fell over me and
washed away the scent of teenage spunk and sex from my body. By the time
the shower was over, my body was clean but my mind has decided that I was
going to be a dirty boy from now on: I was continuing with the adventures
I'd had so far.

However, there was nothing more I could do today. My parents had arrived
home as I emerged from my ensuite and so I ended up spending the rest of
the afternoon with them and then the evening catching up on work for sixth
form. I may have decided that I didn't mind the idea of becoming a slut but
I was certainly going to be a high achieving one!

As I settled down into bed - naked of course - I went back onto my phone
and started looking through the nearby profiles. There were quite a few
very attractive guys but I didn't have the courage to message any of
them. Despite the successes of my first couple of meets, I still didn't
know quite how to approach someone else: you saw how I gushed over Jack!
There's no way I could be the one to make the first move. Besides, I didn't
have to wait long for someone to message me.

The profile was completely blank and I mean completely. There was no
display name, no stats, no picture, no location, nothing. He hadn't even
put much energy into that first message with a 'Hi' being all that was
sent. To be honest, I might have skipped over his message, or just replied
with a 'No thank you' if I'd been talking to anyone else but, as it was, I
was totally and utterly bored.

Callum: Hey, how are you? I'm Cal, you?

I wasn't about to start demanding pictures, especially since I was a blank
profile myself, but I figured that I had to at least know the guy's name
before I started talking to him properly and getting invested. Luckily, he
replied quickly and identified himself as Aaron.

Callum: Nice to meet you Aaron. Up to much?  Aaron: Nah, just had a relaxed
evening at home mate. Just laid in bed right now.  Callum: Yeah, I'm the
same.  Aaron: I'm horny as fuck though mate. Been hard as rock for the last
30 minutes.

Wow, straight to the point. This was starting to get interesting.

Callum: Oh yeah? What's got you so horny then?  Aaron: Haha! I'm always
horny mate. Wake up horny, stay horny all day and end the day so horny it
feels like my balls are about to explode. That's what it's like when you're
our age.

Hmm... 'our age' so he must be a teenager then.

Callum: Yeah, I know what you mean. I met up with a guy earlier and I'm
still really horny now. By the way, how old are you?  Aaron: 17, that
alright mate?  Callum: Yeah that's cool - I'm 17 too.  Aaron: Great! So,
what happened with this guy then?

I spent the next few minutes telling Aaron everything that had happened
with Jack. He kept on asking questions and encouraging me to tell him more
so I could tell he was getting into it. Hell, he was probably wanking the
whole time. Of course, I embellished a little bit - don't we all? I told
him Jack had been much rougher than he actually was but I thought it made
me sound more experienced and skilled as a cocksucker. For some reason, I
was quite keen to impress this other 17-year-old boy.

Aaron: So, you took it all the way to the base?  Callum: Yeah. I didn't
have a choice really. He was forcing my head up and down on his cock.
Aaron: Shit, that's hot mate. Were you choking? It proper turns me on in
porn when guys choke.  Callum: Yeah! It was really big! I couldn't stop
myself from choking.

This led to Aaron telling me about what he had done. He seemed to be a lot
more experienced than I was but, let's be honest, that isn't
difficult. Apparently, he'd started a year ago and had been meeting up with
a few guys since then. He was more of a top and loved to get his cock
sucked, which worked for me given how much I was coming to love sucking
cock. Hearing him talk about everything he'd done was sending signals
directly to my cock.

Callum: Fuck, I'm so hard right now.  Aaron: Show me.  Callum: What?
Aaron: Show me your dick. Right now. Take a picture of it right now.

There was something almost... dominant in the way he'd typed that. I
actually felt a little stirring inside myself and an urge to comply with
his instruction. I was far too horny to fight it so I did as he'd asked and
snapped a picture of my hard cock with my right hand holding it at the
base. It was looking down my body with part of my abs and my legs and feet
all in view. I uploaded it and sent it on to him.

Aaron: Fuck that's nice. Not as big as me but still nice.  Callum: How big
are you?

His response came only in the form of a picture. One which showed a huge
cock buried in a thick bush of dark pubes. This boy clearly didn't trim but
he had started puberty very early for him to have a dick of that size at
17. He had at least an inch on me and I won't say that I wasn't jealous of
the beautiful piece of meat I was seeing in front of me. It was near
perfectly straight too which just made it all the nicer.

Callum: Wow! That's huge!  Aaron: Yeah. I've just taken that right
now. Wish you were here so you could suck on it.  Callum: Me too! I'd love
to suck your dick.  Aaron: We'll have to hook up sometime.  Callum:
Definitely!

That's when it all changed. Aaron asked me to send him a photo of my face
so I took a quick one and sent it on. I'm sure you've all experienced the
'send pic / instant block' on Grindr. Well, he clearly took one look at me
and decided that everything we'd been talking about for the last 20 or 30
minutes was rubbish and something he wouldn't want to do with a guy who
looked like me.

Don't you just hate it when that happens? I mean, if you're not someone's
type, shouldn't they just say instead of blocking you and vanishing without
a word. It's just rude and, to be honest, left me feeling really shit. I
don't want you to misunderstand: in no way do I think I'm stunning. In
fact, I don't even think I'm hot but I know I deserve better than to be
treated like that. It just made me feel really down on myself and like I
must be really ugly for him to feel that I should just be blocked without
another word.

The mood of the night had changed for me and, at that moment, I honestly
didn't want to even look at my phone again. I tucked it away on the
nightstand and went to sleep.

My dreams that night were uneventful - a sharp contrast to those of the
previous night. It was probably due to my shitty mood going to sleep but,
by the time I woke, I'd forgotten all about that and was just focused on my
day at sixth form.

So, schools here in the UK have uniform - at least, the majority do - and
it normally consists of a white shirt, particular tie, black trousers and a
dark blazer with a badge on it. I still have my old one from when I left
Year 11 last year. Some schools carry that uniform on into sixth form but,
luckily, mine didn't. You still had to look relatively presentable though
so it wasn't like I could just turn up in trackies and a vest top. I
slipped on a pair of fitted black CK boxers, a pair of smart grey shorts
and a polo shirt. I never wear full socks with shorts so put on some white
trainer socks before putting on my grey vans. I looked pretty good when I
looked in the mirror and the insulting memory from the night before had
pretty much faded in its entirety.

I walk to sixth form. It isn't too far from my house and, to be honest, I
like not having to rely on anyone else to get me where I need to be. It's
one of the reasons that I'm going to learn to drive as soon as I can now
that I'm 17. I was checking out some of the sexy chavy lads as I walked
into the building. I go to school with some pretty fit guys and often stare
on a morning at some of the ones I see arriving. Although I try to be
subtle, I'm sure I've been caught a couple of times but, like I said, I
don't come across as camp so it's pretty unlikely that my stares were even
registered.

I'm not going to bore you by walking you through each of my classes. We
both know that that isn't what you're interested in here. Suffice it to say
that they were pretty boring, as most school days are, and we'll pick up
the story after lunch during the last lesson of the day. Now, when you're
in sixth form, you don't always have a full day of lessons. On a Monday,
for example, my last period of the day is designated as 'free study
time'. I have to stay on site (so no early finishes) but I don't actually
have a lesson. These sessions are supposed to help you keep on top of
homework and revision but, in practice, most of us just spend the hour
chatting with our mates. I was no different and was sat in the common room
having a bit of banter with some of my friends when I got the urge to use
the toilet.

When I was lower down in school, you had to ask to go to the toilet and the
vast majority of teachers wouldn't let you go. In sixth form, there is no
long the ritual humiliation of having to ask to go for a piss when your
body decides that you need to. There are even specific toilets that can
only be used by sixth formers; they tend to be cleaner and less busy.

Today was no exception and, when I pulled out my cock and started to use
the urinal, there was no-one in the room. It wasn't until I put my dick
away, turned and started to wash my hands that I noticed that another lad
had joined me in the toilets.

I didn't know this boy well. He'd started at our sixth form a couple of
months ago and had fallen into a different crowd. That being said, I had
admired him from afar as he was a very good-looking lad. Six-foot-tall,
styled black hair and a strong jawline meant that he had immediately been
drawn in by the popular people and, to be honest, I didn't even know his
name.

"Hey," he said to me in a confident and clear voice, "You're Callum,
right?"  "Err... yeah," I responded, unsure as to where he was going with
this. His angled face broke out into a smile that started to turn into a
sneer.  "On your knees." His voice was commanding and I had to resist the
urge to simply comply immediately.  "What?" I asked, hoping a puzzled look
would stop whatever stupid game he was playing. But it didn't. In fact,
everything became so much worse... or better, depending on how you look at
it.

The boy raised up his phone and there, on the screen, was the picture of me
that I'd taken and sent to Aaron last night. Shit. This wasn't just some
random boy - this was Aaron.

"I know what you've been up to," he stated, "And I figured I'd help myself
to some."

He had me. There was nothing I could do. If I didn't do what he wanted them
he'd obviously out me to everyone at school - something I wasn't ready
for. But if I obeyed him, I'd be proving myself to be nothing but a
slut. Worse, a slut who sucks off guys in the bathrooms of his school! I
did wrestle with it - honestly, I did - but in the end, you know which side
won out. I got down onto my knees. He pulled down his pants and revealed
that huge cock I'd been staring at the night before. It looked even thicker
in person and I knew I'd made the right decision as soon as I saw it.

"Crawl to me," That single command produced such a powerful reaction in
me. I crawled, my rock-hard cock tenting out in front of me, until I was
within centimetres of his big beautiful teen cock. The thick bush of pubes
at the base smelt delicious: giving off a scent which I definitely needed
more of.

Aaron wasn't gentle at all. Both Jack and Ethan had been considerate of how
I felt and the impact of what they were doing on me. Aaron wasn't like
this. It was clear from his actions that he really didn't care about me in
any which way. I was just a tool for him to use to get his rocks off. From
the moment my soft lips touched the silky head of his cock, he was
determined to get as much into my throat as possible. His strong hands took
a tight grip of my head and, before I'd even taken him into my mouth
properly, he started to piston his cock in and out of my open lips. He was
fucking my face - there is no other word for it - and I was both loving it
and hating it at the same time.

I was gagging... a lot. Every time he forced several inches down my throat
as roughly as he could, more and more saliva would come trickling and
bubbling out. My face was becoming covered in the slime from my throat as
he drove in more and more of his thick uncut teen meat into me. How the
rest of the students walking the hallways, or even those sat learning in
classrooms, didn't hear how much I was choking on his cock is truly beyond
me.

He continued like this for a few moments, whispering nasty and dirty
comments to me as he did so.  "You're a filthy slut," he told me, "Look how
much you love this cock."  He was right, of course. I was really beginning
to love how his cock was making my throat feel. Yes, it was sore. Yes, it
hurt. Yes, it caused my face to become covered in saliva. But none of these
things mattered when compared to how good it felt knowing that my throat
was causing such a reaction in Aaron. His moans and grunts were like the
sweetest music and made me feel so dirty and sexy as he used my face for
his own pleasure.

Then came the best moment of it all. Aaron used his powerful grip to hold
me in place as he slowly and confidently slid his cock all the way down
until my nose was buried in his thick bush of dark pubes. The scent was
truly indescribable. Aaron might have been just 17 like me but he was a
true man. The smell coming from him was enough to put me over the edge
without even touching my own dick. It started to throb in my pants and
pumped rope after rope of my teen spunk into my boxers.

With this, I began to moan around his cock which, in turn, sent vibrations
all the way down it. Aaron let out a huge grunt and managed to pull his
cock back about halfway before he started to flood my mouth with his
delicious teen spunk. As I had with both Jack and Ethan, I swallowed every
single drop. I was beginning to learn the first lesson about being a slut:
never waste a single drop of cum.

After dumping a load into me, Aaron didn't really say much else to
me. Simply, he closed his pants and left the toilets. He did have one
parting comment though. He said that, if we'd had more time, he'd have
wanted to use my arse like he used my throat.

That idea echoed within my mind as I cleaned myself up. It was still there
on the walk home and became even more prominent as, just before bed, I took
hold of my cock and emptied another huge load all over myself. Getting
fucked, eh? Something to definitely think about.


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