It Was a Dating App for Hookups
by djfmonkey
26 Sep 2023 1421 readers Score 9.6 (40 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Note: I apologize to all my regular readers and also to those writers that I regularly read and comment on, I’ve been laid up with a serious falling accident requiring surgery and a great deal of pain. I tried to comment and read some of those stories and I have a lot of catching up to do. I’d like to thank everyone who reached out to me in private emails and comments, (many of you also commented on Lil Guys chapter 34 of "The Village" updating some of you). It is so heartwarming that this “community” that’s been built on this site, cared enough to reach out to me at this time of being laid up. Thank You all ever so much!
Now onto part 2 of a story you’ve all been asking for.
Review: Our main character signed up for a dating app in chapter 1 and received a series of photos and movies making him fantasize, he sent him a reply email before going to bed, now will he get the chance to meet up with this anonymous person.
It was a Dating App for Hookups part 2
I awoke the next morning to a message in my anonymous inbox, I sat there trying to decide to click on it, I just couldn’t do it for fear of what awaited behind the computer screen, as my hand gingerly moved that arrow to the tag line and I finally unconsciously clicked it open.
There in full screen glorious glory, was a high definition close up photo of that precious dick, that I’ve cravingly jerked myself into ecstasy for the past 24 hours, the wrinkly smooth ball sack with a limp dick folded slightly over to one side with a well defined pink head ring basing the smooth spongy mushroom head as if at rest, just awaiting my sensitive touch to waken it. I could just picture it slowly rising as it came to attention and the skin sliding along its stretching shaft as it lengthens and fattens immensely. Here I am fantasizing myself into a frenzy over a still photograph, I even imagined that soft smooth ass crack behind that velvety smooth scrotum filled with voluptuous walnut sized balls.
Now I moved cautiously onto the body of the email, yes there was actually words to read, I forced myself to scroll the photo up out of my site with my right mouse hand as I adjusted my crotch with the other hand. I not only adjusted it, I found myself stroking it as that photo slowly scrolled up and out of site. Now his greeting:
Loved your photos
Would love to meet you in person
Hope you enjoyed my videos
Oh and my real name is Christopher, if you wish to pursue further (and I hope you do) here is my real email for offsite contact and phone number, for possibly more, maybe drop me a text.
Chris
Could this be real? I thought, and with that I quickly entered and saved his number to my phone, as I continued to scroll upward to what was another surprising still photo, this time my wish was granted, just as I had imagined, was his hard, bursting at the seams dick, gripped in his fist in the upward jerk, raising those balls up high enough, to expose that nice lower entrance crevasse, gently disappearing into the darkness of shadow. I was so overcome now that I somehow had my dick completely out of my trousers and my right fist wrapped around tightly as I jerked repeatedly up and down, raising my shirt tails up over my abs so as not to obstruct my own view, as I not only watched myself in all my glory but this high definition still photo on the screen, with some blurring of his fist, obviously in full fast thriving motion. I sprayed myself shortly after with a jism eruption after eruption, as my chin sunk deeper into my chest, and I bit my bottom lip and barely remained conscious while my eyes closed over in pleasure, as I relaxed every single muscle in my body and collapsed in my own sweat. I just had one of the best sexual orgasms of my life, as a result from my brains enactment of two still photos in my email.
Just then I realized that unfortunately my fantasy may be better than the real thing. I closed my laptop and picked up my phone and hit the dial button. Here I am, not answering the email, not dropping him a text, I just outright called him. Will he answer? How will he know it’s even me? Do I leave a message if he doesn’t? All these thoughts traveling 100 miles an hour through my mind when a voice on the other end says “Hello, this is Chris, I hope this might be you who I’ve been waiting for, is it?” I was taken a back and remained silent for a moment when I drew enough courage to answer “I hope I am, are you the guy in the video and pictures that I’ve been lusting for?” He replied “ oh stop it” we giggled and the tension was gone, we began speaking as old friends would, we were comfortable with one another, holy crap, this can’t be real can it? We made a date for dinner Friday night at an upscale restaurant in his town.
I spent hours dressing on Friday, I cleaned myself up inside and out, over and under, I made sure I wore the sexiest stuff I could find, just in case. I ubered to the destination in hopes he would offer to bring me home or hopefully better, take me to his home. The restaurant overlooked the bay, I saw him seated with his back toward me staring out at the small waves on the water. His tailored shirt fit him just perfect as he stood to shake my hand on my approach. His smile, his blue eyes, his hips, the way the slight bulge barely showing in his crotch, as we sat and exchanged niceties, and as we began to know one another. The whole time I can only see him in his naked beauty and wondered what he saw in me that made him go the extra mile to reel me in the most sensual way possible. For I knew what was under those designer clothes, and I could only hope to touch, and pursue it, in all its glory for real. We ate, we drank, we enjoyed each other’s company, this can’t be all true as I pinched myself several times hoping it wasn’t just my vivid imagination.
So far I thought my previous visual encounters couldn’t be topped, but all signs seemed to say I was wrong so far. After dinner we walked the boardwalk, as we continued to get to know one another, then in the moonlight, we stopped he turned toward me, and planted a respectful kiss on my cheek. I lusted so bad for this moment in my dry dating life, that I instinctively reached over his shoulder and drew him in closer to my embrace as I returned his kiss to his lips. We were both "in” at that point, and I’m not sure who did what, but our tongues were soon intermingled in each other’s warm moist mouth. We broke apart as he asked me back to his place. Arm in arm we walked to his car where he opened the passenger door for me, and we made the short drive back to his condo. I placed my hand on his warm pant leg as he shifted into 6th gear and we roared down the highway as if we were in a hurry to get to our destination.
He unlocked the door and lead me in, as he flipped on the light behind him. The condo was well furnished, and obviously expensively, when I focused on that one wooden stool that caught my eye and Stood out. That was the stool that his naked ass was sitting on during those movies and still photos. I walked towards it as I slid my fingers and palm across the top of it. He watched me grabbing his package through his slacks, obviously in adjustment and approached me for an all out kiss, as he grabbed the back of my head with both hands sinking his tongue into my throat and he pushed me to sit onto that stool, and his hardening crotch began grinding into mine. I worked my fingers under his chin and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was soon bare chested, as my hands slid across his pecks, over the rigidly hard nipples, Under his arms and the finally rested on his back as I drew his chest into mine in a loving hug. His hands dropped to my back as they slid into my waistband, I could feel his fingers touching the naked smooth skin on the top of my ass as he would soon see those red Andrew Christian briefs from my original photo shoot that I chose to wear tonight.
I peeled his shirt, and dropped it to the floor as he stood me up and practically dragged me to the bedroom. He carefully sat me on the plump hard mattress and began removing my shirt, as our naked torsos wrapped naturally into one another, his ever tightening crotch now humping my knee as we still were exploring each other’s faces and necks with our repeated and returning kisses. His skin was so sweet and tasty then he continued to push me down and his mouth explored my chest. As he nibbled on my left tit, I feel my belt and pants becoming less restrictive, as he so smoothly was able to free and remove them without ever stopping his mouths exploration. Before I knew it he was lapping around my navel, and with his fingers teasing me under the waistband as he gently peeled it back. Now I’m not going to lie, my own dick was pushing itself up to meet his fingers as I looked down on his gorgeous hair and my overly pink dick head poking through those red briefs, when he began gnawing at my hard velvety spongy head, as he slobbered his spit all around, those gently tinklining teeth were pressing the skin of my dick between his teeth and tongue and lips. Before I knew it my red briefs were gone and out of the way, and my engorged member was fully engulfed as his thumbs gently massaged my thighs just under my ball sack on each side and his fingers pressed firmly into my hips, his slightly whiskered chin grazed my ball sack with each encounter that was by no means rhythmic yet, as his goal was to make this night last forever, which was totally fine by me.
I decided to take control as I grabbed him and flipped us over, and I ravaged his willingly otherwise relaxed body, eventually removing all his clothes as I buried my face into his crevasse under his balls, and I continued pushing his legs back up into his chest. My man meat was bursting at its seams like an overstuffed pillow in a pillowcase that was too small. My tongue lapped at the sweet darkness of each concealed in their own shadows, ass cheeks, where it eventually rested on that overly slippery and saliva soaked tightly shut rose bud hole, as my tongue gently kept poking in further and back, until it worked its magical key like acrobatics, eventually opening the door, his muscles that continually wanted to squeeze back down on it, as I slid it in and out trying my best to retrieve enough saliva to moisten its next passageway into the darkness, and I could almost feel the moaning of my subject through his tender ass membranes.
I finally couldn’t resist any longer as I pushed his knees into his chest, and stood beside the bed lining my massive, over anxious impact tool, with that tunnel hole, deciding how to attack its subject to increase the diameter as quickly and painlessly as possible. I began by pressing my spongy but firm dick head against the still wet hole, and brought my chest and waist against the backs of his legs, while my hands were firmly pulling them into me and my clenched tight ass sent more blood to the ever anxious tip strengthening it for its final assault. The head slipped through the ring slowly, and a sigh of relief or pleasure escaped from his mouth. I forcibly pressed my weight against the backs of his legs pushing them further into his chest as my thickened member slowly slid in further and further until my thighs were pressed firmly against his spasms cheeks.
I now had him where I wanted him and vice versa for that matter, as I waited patiently and reached my arms around his back and he grabbed my back in a tightening hug, as if clamping my dick inside his hole ever so tightly, where we briefly rested before I began my first slow short withdrawal, as each stroke continued thereafter, the strokes became longer and quicker until each stroke was exiting and rendering its full length barely almost escaping, but that dick refused to pop out, as if it wanted more each time. Eventually the slapping sound of my thighs to his ass cheeks made a sweaty slapping sound with each stroke completion, topped off by a slight grunt from his mouth, it was a happy grunt of pleasure as he locked his eyes onto mine and we rocked our pleasure away. By now my abdomen was pressing his stone hard balls in his soft ball sack into his pelvic bone as his still ever hard dick was bouncing up and down within each stroke on his abdomen. He quickly dug his fingers into my back as he freehandedly began spewing his spunky load between us. That did it for me, as the swift aroma of freshly brewed cum filled my nostrils. My quickening penetrations began to thicken in my shaft as my balls seemed to retract in preparation for expelling their load of fluids, further lubricating the slip sliding action between my outer skin and his inner membranes, as I continued until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I collapsed in exhaustion into his quickly softening body as he began to release his tenuous grip on me, his inner chambers either relaxed, or my dick began shrinking, allowing a soft yet still very moist release from his body, as it seemed to nestle into a warm spot between his plump ass cheeks and upper thigh, where we just stayed and enjoyed each other momentarily. and I felt the still warm fluids begin to drizzle out as they ran between my softened limp dick shaft, balls and his skin down to the wet spot on the sheets below. We broke apart and lay next to one another after a long thankful kiss.
Tonight we didn’t just have a sexual encounter, we made love between us as we both participated in each other’s extreme pleasure. We spent hours exploring one another. And damn it was one hell of a first date but before we were done that night we knew each other intimately inside and out. We were a perfect match in more ways than we knew. He not only blew me, he blew our minds as many more nights of pleasure followed. As of this day we are still living our happily ever after, and we don’t see an end in sight. Oh yeah we both deleted our profiles quickly after that first encounter, and Rebbeca, well she thinks she’s fully responsible for everything. My lover Chris and I often watch that original movie whenever either of us isn’t in the mood and any doubts are soon erased as we fuck away into the night right after, oh hell we rarely ever get to finish the movie.