An Old School Friend

Abstract: An old friend from school, it was late one night and as always, I got bored and decided I would pass the time scrolling through grindr. I was messaging a few guys but nothing of interest was coming from it until I got from message saying ‘hi Connor’ from a blank profile. I, of course, thought nothing of it and replied saying hey. The next message was the one that took me by surprise, it read ‘I remember you from school how you are doing?’

All names have been changed but this is a true story.

It had been what seemed an extra-long day on campus, I had back-to-back lecturers and my quantity of work was starting to pile up. I was in my second year of university and was trying to balance a social life alongside the creative arts society and the endless, tiresome assignments. Although there seemed to be less and less time for any and I was left with nights of staring at a computer screen and reading academic articles instead of nights out with friends or clubbing. Meaning I had less time for men too. I was twenty-two, slim, five foot eleven and with shaggy dusty blonde hair, needless to say I didn’t have too much trouble attracting male attention. Although ever since a young age I have been quite reserved and quiet, so I was yet to experiment sexually beyond the occasional quickie after a night out.

Today, even after spending all day on campus I had work to complete and therefore knew my evening would be yet another few hours of assignment writing and reading. I made myself some food and got to work.  I lived in a shared house with four other students, so the house was never exactly quiet, and procrastination came a bit too easily at times. After spending the last hour chatting with a friend from across the hall I needed to focus. I asked them to leave and opened my computer to see the two sorry lines I had begun a couple of hours before. I managed another page, but my mind was wondering, and it wasn’t long before it wondered onto men. It had been a while since I had seen any action at all.   

The more I tried to ignore it the harder my aching cock got under the restraint of my denim jeans. I decided to take a break and as I usually would be when procrastinating, I logged into my grindr account. I would usually just chat with a guy and play with myself until I was satisfied but today would be different. I went through the list of online profiles, my settings were set to guys around my age, but no one younger. I tend to prefer them being a few years older, more experienced and so they can take the lead a little. As usual however the app was proving disappointing and consisted of men that I didn’t find attractive, guys after tops and the ominous blank profiles. I scroll through but nothing is suiting my current appetite. I give it up as a bad job and close the app, attempting to then carry on with my essay.

A few minutes pass and I get a grindr notification, without much optimism I checked it out. It was a blank profile with very little details in their bio. All I could see was they were my age nearby and looking for something casual. What did intrigue me was the initial message, ‘hi there Connor’. My bio wasn’t lacking detail but was however purposefully wanting my name. This man had to recognise me from the photo. I never did like the idea of being recognised on such an app as grindr but none the less it had happened. I simply replied with a relaxed greeting, ‘hey, how’s it going?’.

After a few back and forth typical messages, my curiosity of how he knew me got the better of me and I asked how he recognised me.

‘Oh, sorry, we went to school together’

‘Really? Primary or secondary?’

‘Secondary. **School Name**’

It has been five years since I graduated secondary, and it is not a time I particularly miss. As any gay guy, school was a tough time of figuring out who I was and getting bullied by those who picked on the ‘others’. Therefore, this was not really what I wanted to hear but I was definitely curious who it may have been. There were only a few people out at the time, but I also suspected a couple others.

I replied with, ‘can I ask who?’ and instead of any more details he sent me a selfie. It wasn’t the best quality, but I did instantly recognise them. It was Lewis Young, a now 23, six foot two, dark brunette broad man. In school he was one of the more popular kids, often acting up and left after year 11 to finish his education at our local collage. I could see that since school he has filled out a little and was now a larger but muscly man which was actually my type. We didn’t really talk; I would even avoid any interactions because he was loud and liked attention.

‘Oh, hi Lewis’

‘Hi Connor, remember me?’

As you may expect this lead to a basic back and forth of checking how we’ve got on since our time in school. In all honesty my interest was not fully there, he may have been my type but the fact that I knew him was slightly off putting. However, he then got me back into the conversation by suggesting that we should have hooked up in school and that it would have been ‘hot’ to fool around on our campus. He even suggested the locker rooms after school as they were never locked. I entertained this and flirted back, saving that he would have been so lucky. He countered with, ‘well maybe I can get lucky now’. My insecurity made me surprised by this and my previous semi erection had returned.

‘Lucky in what way?’

‘Well by getting this seen too’.

He then proceeded to send three different photos of himself. The first was a topless photo which showed off his muscled arms nicely and a nice patch of chest hair. The second and third were dick pics, my mouth watered at the seven to eight inch, rather thick, cock I was seeing. By this point my own dick was pressed against my jeans once again. I knew I had to play this safe, do I go along, or do I avoid all together? I decided to play.

‘Seems like quite the mouthful’.

‘Thinking of sucking him then, are you?’

‘Maybe, get to see what I missed out on in school’.

‘When are you free?’

‘Whenever, what did you fancy?’

‘Well, you can suck me off and if we get on, we can get together more often’.

All he wanted was head? Typical. But I was so turned on at this point I wanted to play. We agreed to meet at his by 9, he sent his location. It was actually very close, so I got ready and headed over leaving my work load behind to be forgotten for the night.

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I was a little early, but I messaged, and he was ready. I walked down to his, I even put on a jock just in case it went beyond a simple blowjob. He lived alone in a small flat, I stood outside for a bit a bit anxious, but I was thinking with my dick and knocked.

He answered in a baggy shirt and shorts, it was warm out, so this was to be expected.

‘So, it really, was you?’

‘Of course, come on in’.

I looked around; the place was not the tidiest but nice enough. You could tell he did well for someone relatively young. ‘Nice place’. As I said this, he closed the door and turned to instantly drop his shorts. ‘Thanks, so you ready?’ he added looking down to indicate where he wants me to go.

‘Oh, yeah’ I said with a smile.

I dropped to my knees, still fully dressed, to be greeted with a meaty bulge, you could tell he was already semi hard. He was wearing tight boxers that hugged his manhood nicely. Being this close I could smell the musk, it turned me on. My head was ablaze with thoughts; ‘god this is crazy’, ‘am I really going to suck off Lewis?’, and ‘god it smells fucking good’. I started by grabbing him from outside his boxers, it was hot. I then adjusted myself so I could nestle his balls. I was getting so turned on, my cock was aching.

‘Don’t be shy, let him out’.

I loved being spoken to like this, even if it was by someone I used to go to school with. I pulled his waist band down to see his bushy pubes before his cock swung up to say hello. The smell was strong, he must have just been working out, but this was just even sexier to me. I took him in my hand, his head went back with a small groan. I stroked his now hard eight inch cock, my hand just about reaching around the thickness. He had such a beautiful cock, a few veins but tidy and a nice set of heavy balls to match. Although they were already looking tight.

I moved forward to begin but he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off. ‘Wait, strip’ he said breathily.

I did not hesitate, I stood up. He watched me as I stripped my shoes and trousers off. Before I could continue, he spun me around and slapped my ass with a heavy hand leaving a fresh red mark. I gasped in shock. He stepped forward pressing his cock against my leg as he took my top off and spinning me back around. He pushed me down but held me under my chin and said ‘open’. I did and he spat into my mouth. ‘Now you’re ready’.

I knew I was in for dominant blowjob. My heart was racing, my hard on was poking my jock up from my groan. I started by licking the tip, the taste was intense but delicious. I then took his balls in my hand as I attempted to begin. I took his head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around to enjoy the taste as much as I could. He was already moaning; you could tell he needed this.

I was now making my way down his shaft as much as I could, I knew if I was to swallow him entirely, I would need to be sloppy and not elegant. Do I did just so, I went up and down making as much spit as I could before I was deepthroating him all.

‘Fuck me that’s good’.

‘You like that?’.

‘Of course, but don’t stop’ he demanded.

I was back down, struggling to breath but loving it. I made sure to fondle his balls and touch his legs. After a while of trying to repetitively deepthroat, I took him out of my mouth and breathed heavily. ‘Do my balls’, I did he had a nice pair. Hairy but trimmed enough to still enough, I licked them all over, tasting the sweat.

‘Look at me’, I knew what this meant, I looked up with my mouth open like a desperate bitch. He spat and forced himself right back down my throat. I gagged but his hand was pressing the sides of head in place. He thrust in and out without letting me breath before releasing me to catch my breath. I went back in, and we continued this pattern for a little while.

With drool down my chin, I could tell he was close, his nuts were tight and the taste of precum was delighting my taste buds.

He grabbed my hair once again, ‘where do you want it?’ he asked as he stroked himself.

‘Dealer’s choice’ I said with a wink.

Without another word I was thrust down his cock once again, it was about five deepthroats before he let me go and finished me off with a facial. I don’t normally like this as I have to walk home knowing I am covered but I was so turned on it felt rights.

He shot out about six heavy ropes of cum across my face and down my chest. I swallowed some and swallowed him once more to finish me off.

He stepped back, I was knelt on the floor, particularly naked and covered in the cum of an old school friend. He pulled his shorts up and wiped his forehead. He quite sweaty now an the room was quite hot.

‘Thanks mate, I fucking needed that’.

‘You’re welcome’ I replied wiping away his leftovers.

I could tell we had finished so I got dressed, ‘we should do this again’ I said heading back to the door.

He looked back at me, ‘shame we waited so long’ and with that I left.