Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2018 22:08:19 +0000
From: Danny Writer <omgdannywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Downloading Grindr - Chapter four

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 story
so far. It's so motivating to hear how much you're enjoying it and it
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Chapter 4 of Downloading Grindr

The pressure. I could feel it against my tiny, pink virgin hole. It wasn't
just a finger; this was for real. This was a thick, meaty throbbing cock
that was desperate to force me open and slide deep into my warm body. The
feeling of it pulsing against me was sending my little pucker into
spasm. Why was it teasing me? Why didn't it just push in? He knew how much
I wanted this, how much I needed this. I'd begged for it and pleaded with
him to be the one: to fuck me for the very first time. His arms wrapped
around my body, pulling me tightly against the strong chest behind me. Then
it happened. He pushed...

"The next station will..."  The piercing noise of the train announcements
speared through my dream and brought me back to reality with a jump. It
took me more than a few seconds to realise just where I was and for the
events of my dream to be recognised for what they were - the figments of a
horny teen's overactive imagination. It had felt so real and I had
literally begged for it in the dream. I really hope I hadn't been talking
in my sleep, especially as the carriage was practically full.

Looking down, it was clear how much of an effect the dream had had on
me. There, tenting out so high that scouts could have camped under there,
was my cock. It was straining so hard against the fabric that the mere act
of moving it down was enough to cause two large droplets of precum to leak
out and into my boxers. This was getting ridiculous now. Since starting to
play around with other guys, I'd become even more horny when I'd expected
the opposite to be true. Now, being a teenager had always brought random
hardons at the wrong time but to be rock hard on a train full of my peers
while we travel to a school trip... yeah... that was really taking the
biscuit!

The plan was to go to Leeds art gallery in order to explore a range of
different artists with the view of choosing one to focus out studies on as
we moved into the next year of Art A-level. To be honest, I'd chosen Art as
a bit of a relief subject - a creative one to balance out all of my more
academic studies. Unfortunately, it wasn't turning out like that and, in
fact, this subject needed more hours of my time just to keep me performing
averagely then I had to put into the academic subjects in order to be
performing well in those. This trip was yet another example of this.

The Art teacher, an older lady who was short in stature but definitely loud
in the choice of dress and her sheer presence, was loving the build up to
this trip. I don't know why; I'd actually visited the gallery not too long
ago with my family and really didn't see what going again was going to
gain. I had tried to explain this to her but she wanted me to go anyway.
"It'll be different just going to exploring it by yourself. You'll see
different things," she'd said. Complete rubbish but, of course, I didn't
say that to her.

So, here I am, surrounded by a group of my fellow Art students, with my
slightly crazy Art teacher, about to spend hours and hours wandering around
a gallery that I'd spent the whole day in not three weeks ago.

The dream hadn't helped matters. Ever since Aaron suggested that he was
going to fuck me soon, I'd been looking up videos online and trying to get
a better understanding of how the process works. I don't want to repeat the
mistakes of my first blowjob and actually end up being crap at getting
fucked. I'd been a little overwhelmed by the depth of porn videos that were
out there: every situation you could think of with every possible kind of
guy (and every possible size of dick - fuck! How some of those bottoms
didn't die from taking those huge cocks, I have no idea.) Since then, every
unconscious thought had always seemed to come back to getting fucked and
I'm sure my hole was starting to throb and pulse every so often. Either
that or I was just more aware of it now then I'd ever been before which I
guess was possible.

I'd not had any action since hooking up with Aaron in the bathrooms at
school. Well, not unless you count wanking myself off but I don't count
that. I'd talked to a couple of guys on the app but I'd definitely ended up
meeting a few time wasters and nothing seemed to be happening for me. I
wouldn't mind as much if the guys were just upfront and honest straight
away. If they said to me, "I'm just looking for chat," or "I just want to
swap some pics," then I wouldn't have a problem with that! Hell, I'd be up
for a dirty chat every now and then. Unfortunately, they just pretend to be
interested in meeting up and then block you before anything actually
happens. I'd even turned up to meet a guy at the local park only for him to
block me 10 minutes before he was due to turn up. It had entered my
thoughts that maybe he'd seen me and decided against it, which could also
be true, but I'm trying not to let that bother me.

So, yes, I was getting very curious about getting fucked for the first
time. I didn't know who I wanted to do it - whether it should be any of the
lads I've met already or someone new - or even if I was ready to do it but
it was definitely becoming interesting.

What wasn't interesting, of course, was this bloody trip! After wondering
around the gallery by myself for about half an hour, I was more than ready
to leave. I pulled out my phone and started playing on it when it played
out that familiar alert that told me that I had a message on 'Grindr'.

Opening it up, the message had come from an older guy who looked to be
around his mid to late 40s. I'd never really thought about older guys
before, in fact, I had my settings on the app to only show me the under
25s! However, I'm glad he messaged me because he was very attractive and
you could tell that he looked after himself. Looking at his ripped and
hairy body, I definitely started to fantasise about a big nasty 'Daddy'
making me do dirty things with him. So, of course, I replied.

"Hey, I'm good thanks," I wrote, "Just bored really. What are you up to?"
His reply came instantly: "Just at work. I'm really bored too. And
horny... always horny."  I chuckled to myself and did a quick look around
to see if anyone had heard. However, there was no-one around. In fact, I'd
not seen anyone at all in the last 10 minutes. This place was completely
dead.  "Yeah I'm always horny too," I wrote back.

He sent through a stream of pictures, 4 in total, showing off everything
from his handsome stubbled face to his big thick uncut cock. Just looking
at them, I was starting to get hard myself and told him so.

"Mmm, I love that I'm making you hard," he stated, "Go on, take a pic of
your cock right now for me."

Of course, I was going to do what this Daddy told me to and I quickly
snapped a photo that showed how hard my cock was in my shorts and sent it
to him.

"No, you know that's not what I meant, boy."

Oh fuck. Him referring to me as 'boy' was so ridiculously hot that it made
my cock start to involuntarily leak precum. I needed to impress this man; I
was getting really desperate to play with him. Looking around, I made sure
that there was no-one about (quite easy when it's this dead), pulled down
my shorts and took of photo of me gripping my cock.

"Here you go Daddy. I hope you like it." I figured he'd like being called
that given how he'd addressed me.  "Oh fuck," he replied quickly, "I know
where you are!"

A moment of panic flooded through me but then I realised that I was being
ridiculous. It wouldn't matter if he knew; the whole point of talking to
him was to meet up and finally get some action after going without for a
couple of days. His next message was really interesting though: "It's my
gallery!"

We spoke for a bit and it turned out that the 'Daddy' I was speaking to was
actually one of the managers of the gallery. While I'd been upstairs just
dawdling through the place, he was downstairs in his office, horny and hard
as fuck. Sat on one of the benches in the middle of an exhibit, I carried
on messaging him when, suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Jumping up,
I spun around to see the 'Daddy' standing there in front of me.

"Hey," he said, in a low and gravelly voice, "You're even sexier in
person."  Me? This fucking stud of a man thought I was sexy? I blushed as I
replied: "Thanks, you're really fit!"  "Glad you think so." As he said
that, he put his hand on my back and pulled me towards him. I fell into his
body and could feel the strong muscles holding me up. He tilted my head
back and, within seconds, his lips were on my own.

He kissed with a far greater intensity than any of the other boys I've been
with so far have shown. His stubble was rough against my skin but his lips
were soft. One of his hands stayed on the small of my back, pulling me
towards him while the other ran through the back of my hair and held the
back of my head. I couldn't help it: I was moaning and groaning the entire
time that we were kissing. This was especially true when he pushed his
tongue against my lips, through them and into my mouth and play with my
own. This 'Daddy' was aggressive but not forceful - just the perfect amount
for me.

"Wow," was all I could say when he finally let me pull away.  "No, you're
wow. I want you so badly." He stared at me with his smouldering eyes.
"Really?"  "Oh yes," he smiled, "I need to have you. Right now."

He gave a quick look around and then pulled me back into him. This time, as
he kissed me, the hand from my back started to roam lower. He pushed
underneath my shorts and boxers and I could feel his fingers on my bum. At
first, he didn't do anything other than cup one of my cheeks and squeeze it
a little but, probably encouraged by my moans, he soon went after what he
wanted.

He shifted his hand to the middle of my bum and, this time as he slid down,
his middle finger started to work into my crack. I cannot adequately
explain to you the sensation that I felt as his finger slid over my tight
virgin hole for the very first time. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my
body and they only grew more intense as he started to play with my twink
hole. He didn't push inside at all but just circled it, occasionally
running his finger over it in short fast bursts.

I was rock hard and I mean like literal rock! I'd never been so hard in my
life and I knew he must be able to feel it pressing against his leg. His
tongue was mimicking his finger and swirling around my mouth, teasing my
own. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this; he was an expert
in making little twinks like me feeling amazing. Fortunately, he pulled
away from me just before it got too much.

His tone was commanding and confident, "Turn around." There was no
question; I was expected simply to obey. Of course, I did and turned away
from his sexy man.

He wasted no time. Quickly yanking down my shorts, exposing me in the
middle of the gallery, he got down on his knees behind me. I expected him
to continue to use his fingers on me but that he just wanted to see what he
was doing. Imagine my surprise as I felt his warm breath against my teen
boy hole. I shuddered and moaned out loudly as his lips met my bum and his
tongue flicked over my little pucker. I'd seen rimming before in porn but
had no idea how good it could make you feel. The way his tongue danced over
the outside of my bum and teased me was nothing short of fantastic. But he
still wasn't satisfied.

My groans filled this area of the gallery as his tongue pushed inside
me. Never had I felt anything even comparable to this level of pleasure. I
was literally shaking and panting. Unfortunately, the sensation was so
powerful that my legs turned to jelly and I literally collapsed onto the
floor. He was good about it and certainly took it as a compliment. We
repositioned with me bent over the bench I had previously been sat on. His
tongue didn't return to my hole but his finger sure did. This time, he
pushed straight in - the saliva from his tongue acting as lube. I bent over
and rested on top of my back as he started to push his finger all the way
inside me.

"You love this don't you, boy?" he growled into my ear as he explored my
virgin bum.  "Oh yes!" I moaned, "I love it... I love it Daddy."  Hearing
that spurred him on further and he started to fuck his finger in and out of
me, getting quicker and quicker. He didn't even miss a beat as he started
to push a second one into me. This started to hurt slightly but the
pleasure far outweighed the pain.

"Oh fuck Daddy. That feels so good."  "It's going to feel even better when
it's my cock," he started to nibble on my ear as he whispered into it, "I'm
going to fuck you right here in the middle of the gallery."

The idea of being fucked, not only for the first time but in a public place
and by a hot 'Daddy', was so unbelievably sexy! And I'm certain that it
would have felt absolutely amazing! Unfortunately, right at that moment,
the voice of my Art teacher could be heard echoing up the corridor.

"Callum..." she cried out, "Are you here?"  We both bolted upright. I
completely froze and, if it hadn't been for the very quick thinking and
actions of him, my teacher would have caught me semi-naked in the gallery
with my cock leaking precum over the bench. He managed to pull up my shorts
and started telling me about the art in the area as my teacher came around
the corner.

"You see," he said, "this particular piece is interesting because..."
"Callum, there you are!" my teacher called out, interrupting the 'Daddy'
mid-sentence, "I've been looking for you. We're going to go and check out
the other exhibit in the town hall."

As she practically dragged me away from the man who, moments ago, had been
promising to fuck me, I couldn't help but look back at him with lust-filled
eyes. As I did, he took hold of his rock-hard cock through his black
trousers and mouthed the word 'soon' at me. My hole throbbed one last time
as he did.


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