First time with a Grindr Daddy - Chapter 2
Written by London Cherry, on 2020-06-30, genre gay
My heart thumped in my chest as the lift crept up towards the second floor and flat number 52. It had only been a 10 minute walk from my own flat to his but it felt like I’d arrived within seconds, despite the million thoughts buzzing around in my head on the way. How would it feel? Would I be good enough? Could I take it all? I’d have my answers soon enough.
I walked dizzily through the corridor, feeling like I was in a dream. I reached the beige coloured door and knocked. I waited nervously for what felt like minutes, then the door swung open and there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe.
He was much taller than I’d imagined. I’m not particularly tall anyway, but he towered over me. I felt immediately emasculated and subservient. It was a bit of a turn on. Luckily he was just as attractive as he had looked in his photos. His chiselled chin was dusted with short black stubble and he had messy, dark hair. A white vest hung loosely over his muscled body and there was a clear bulge showing through his grey jersey shorts.
“Hey,” he said smiling.
“Hey,” I echoed, trying to hide my nerves.
I followed him through his pristine flat, making small talk about the weather and how spacious the lift was. It was painful, we both knew why I’d come. We sat down on a large, navy, L-shaped sofa in his living room and continued talking, I can’t really remember what about. The TV was flickering in front of us, some trashy daytime programme, but I wasn’t paying any attention to what was on. I wasn’t really making eye contact either, I was overwhelmed by being in the same room as the cock I had fantasised about taking in my mouth and the guy who I knew wanted me.
“It’s pretty hot today right?” he said cooly. He wasn’t wrong, it was boiling outside and really humid. “I think we should take some of these clothes off.”
He pulled his vest off to reveal a broad chest and tanned stomach. He’d said he wasn’t in his normal toned shape but I didn’t care, he looked great to me. Exactly how I’d imagined. I took my t-shirt off and before I knew it he was pulling my camouflage shorts down my legs. I felt tiny; his hands were massive, really manly and I felt like his plaything. Powerless. My cock started to show through my tight boxers at the thought of being his toy and he smiled when he noticed. His own shorts were off now and he was getting hard too.
“So, what do you want to do?” he asked, standing in his briefs. I’m not sure why he bothered, he knew he was in control. But I appreciated it.
“Let’s just see what happens,” I replied, my voice shaking. I was a bundle of nervy, excited energy.
I was lying on his sofa, just in my pants, as he stood proudly in front of it, looking down on me underneath him. I could see his cock was completely hard and begging to be taken out and played with. He beckoned me towards him, so I sat up and crawled forward whilst he stood still, watching my every move. Raising up onto my knees I was about level with his tight, white briefs and I leaned towards them. I could smell his sweat, see the clear outline, under the fabric, of the dick that I’d wanked over so many times. Beginning to feel bold I placed my lips against his pants, where I thought the head of his cock was. I must have guessed correctly as his breathing changed. I traced the outline of the bulge with my tongue, all the way down to where it sat just above his balls and then kissed again at the top of his dick. By then I needed to see it, so I dug my fingers gently underneath the top of his pants and pulled them slowly down.
His long cock flicked out, glad to be rid of the tight resistance of his boxers, and momentarily I froze. Being this close to it was a shock, it was so much bigger than I had thought. But just as hot as the photos, if not more so. I knew it was the same length as mine but it was so much thicker. A ribbed vein ran along its length and the skin was a soft, dark brown. A huge purple head sat proudly at the end of it, pointing at me like an arrow. I was the target. I felt butterflies in my stomach looking at it, knowing where he’d want to put it. But deep down I knew I wanted that too.
His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, and then his beautiful, manly dick was back in my blushing face. I confidently curled my right hand around it. It felt completely different to how I had imagined. It was the first cock I’d ever touched that wasn’t my own, and it was so much firmer than mine, the shaft like solid rock. I could only just get my hand around it. The curve I’d liked so much in the photos was so hot up close, I could feel my dick pulsing as I looked at the kink. It curled up from under his dark pubes, quite far from his stomach, and looking at it I could almost feel that curve inside me, stretching me out. I thought of how it had felt to ride my housemate’s dildo in secret, that feeling of being filled up …
I was getting ahead of myself. First I needed to taste it. I moved my right hand gently up and down his shaft a couple of times, squeezing softly and getting a feel for another man’s cock for the first time in my hand. I parted my lips and slowly opened my mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. And then suddenly his dick was in my mouth, there was no going back now. I’d always know, even if I never told anyone else, that I’d had a man’s cock in my mouth. The idea of such a dirty secret made my dick drip with pre-cum. His huge purple head pushed past my lips and a couple of inches of his shaft followed and then I pulled away again. I moved my mouth back over it and repeated the motion. I was sucking a cock, this was unbelievable. It actually didn’t taste of anything in particular, but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant, it was just strange. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. With each movement I tried to take a little more of his dick in my mouth, gagging slightly at first but slowly gaining more confidence. But I knew I was being quite hesitant.
I realised I still hadn’t really looked at him properly, so with his dick half way in my mouth I glanced up at him and we locked eyes. I hadn’t noticed how green his eyes were until that moment as he stared down at me smiling, with a particularly smug look on his face. I had that slutty feeling I’d had before when I’d sent him the video of me fingering my asshole. His mouth was mine. I didn’t smile back, I just kept thrusting down onto his cock with my mouth, more and more forcefully whilst keeping our intense eye contact. I’d never felt so much like a little whore. Eventually he looked away, his head rolled back and he looked up at the ceiling and grunted loudly. I really went to town then, forcing my mouth forward to take as much of his hot dick as I could. I felt one of his hands rest on the back of my head, his fingertips pressing gently into my hair as he guided my every movement. I moaned softly as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Then he pulled out of my mouth completely and his cock was dripping with my saliva, long streams of my spit hanging off his glistening shaft. He lightly slapped it across my left cheek, leaving a wet mark on my face. I was panting hard from the exertion of giving my first blowjob. I noticed a little bit of pre-cum leaking out of the end of his dick so I leaned forward and lapped it up with my tongue, looking deep into his eyes again. I had tasted myself before and he tasted similar, slightly salty and warm. I was confident I’d passed the first test and was surprised how much I’d enjoyed another man’s cock in my mouth.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I didn’t say anything, no ‘Yes Daddy’, nothing. I just silently spun around and immediately felt his hands pull my boxers down my legs. They slipped off my feet and he threw them onto the floor. I was facing away from him on my knees, totally naked, with my hands, shoulders and head resting on the back of the sofa. I felt so vulnerable but my rigid cock betrayed how much I was turned on. I thought he was going to fuck me there and then and wasn’t sure I was ready just yet, but then I felt a warm, wet feeling around my asshole and realised he was rimming me. His tongue flashed across my hole and began to push firmly past my ring. I knew he preparing me for what was to come.
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I walked dizzily through the corridor, feeling like I was in a dream. I reached the beige coloured door and knocked. I waited nervously for what felt like minutes, then the door swung open and there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe.
He was much taller than I’d imagined. I’m not particularly tall anyway, but he towered over me. I felt immediately emasculated and subservient. It was a bit of a turn on. Luckily he was just as attractive as he had looked in his photos. His chiselled chin was dusted with short black stubble and he had messy, dark hair. A white vest hung loosely over his muscled body and there was a clear bulge showing through his grey jersey shorts.
“Hey,” he said smiling.
“Hey,” I echoed, trying to hide my nerves.
I followed him through his pristine flat, making small talk about the weather and how spacious the lift was. It was painful, we both knew why I’d come. We sat down on a large, navy, L-shaped sofa in his living room and continued talking, I can’t really remember what about. The TV was flickering in front of us, some trashy daytime programme, but I wasn’t paying any attention to what was on. I wasn’t really making eye contact either, I was overwhelmed by being in the same room as the cock I had fantasised about taking in my mouth and the guy who I knew wanted me.
“It’s pretty hot today right?” he said cooly. He wasn’t wrong, it was boiling outside and really humid. “I think we should take some of these clothes off.”
He pulled his vest off to reveal a broad chest and tanned stomach. He’d said he wasn’t in his normal toned shape but I didn’t care, he looked great to me. Exactly how I’d imagined. I took my t-shirt off and before I knew it he was pulling my camouflage shorts down my legs. I felt tiny; his hands were massive, really manly and I felt like his plaything. Powerless. My cock started to show through my tight boxers at the thought of being his toy and he smiled when he noticed. His own shorts were off now and he was getting hard too.
“So, what do you want to do?” he asked, standing in his briefs. I’m not sure why he bothered, he knew he was in control. But I appreciated it.
“Let’s just see what happens,” I replied, my voice shaking. I was a bundle of nervy, excited energy.
I was lying on his sofa, just in my pants, as he stood proudly in front of it, looking down on me underneath him. I could see his cock was completely hard and begging to be taken out and played with. He beckoned me towards him, so I sat up and crawled forward whilst he stood still, watching my every move. Raising up onto my knees I was about level with his tight, white briefs and I leaned towards them. I could smell his sweat, see the clear outline, under the fabric, of the dick that I’d wanked over so many times. Beginning to feel bold I placed my lips against his pants, where I thought the head of his cock was. I must have guessed correctly as his breathing changed. I traced the outline of the bulge with my tongue, all the way down to where it sat just above his balls and then kissed again at the top of his dick. By then I needed to see it, so I dug my fingers gently underneath the top of his pants and pulled them slowly down.
His long cock flicked out, glad to be rid of the tight resistance of his boxers, and momentarily I froze. Being this close to it was a shock, it was so much bigger than I had thought. But just as hot as the photos, if not more so. I knew it was the same length as mine but it was so much thicker. A ribbed vein ran along its length and the skin was a soft, dark brown. A huge purple head sat proudly at the end of it, pointing at me like an arrow. I was the target. I felt butterflies in my stomach looking at it, knowing where he’d want to put it. But deep down I knew I wanted that too.
His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, and then his beautiful, manly dick was back in my blushing face. I confidently curled my right hand around it. It felt completely different to how I had imagined. It was the first cock I’d ever touched that wasn’t my own, and it was so much firmer than mine, the shaft like solid rock. I could only just get my hand around it. The curve I’d liked so much in the photos was so hot up close, I could feel my dick pulsing as I looked at the kink. It curled up from under his dark pubes, quite far from his stomach, and looking at it I could almost feel that curve inside me, stretching me out. I thought of how it had felt to ride my housemate’s dildo in secret, that feeling of being filled up …
I was getting ahead of myself. First I needed to taste it. I moved my right hand gently up and down his shaft a couple of times, squeezing softly and getting a feel for another man’s cock for the first time in my hand. I parted my lips and slowly opened my mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. And then suddenly his dick was in my mouth, there was no going back now. I’d always know, even if I never told anyone else, that I’d had a man’s cock in my mouth. The idea of such a dirty secret made my dick drip with pre-cum. His huge purple head pushed past my lips and a couple of inches of his shaft followed and then I pulled away again. I moved my mouth back over it and repeated the motion. I was sucking a cock, this was unbelievable. It actually didn’t taste of anything in particular, but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant, it was just strange. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. With each movement I tried to take a little more of his dick in my mouth, gagging slightly at first but slowly gaining more confidence. But I knew I was being quite hesitant.
I realised I still hadn’t really looked at him properly, so with his dick half way in my mouth I glanced up at him and we locked eyes. I hadn’t noticed how green his eyes were until that moment as he stared down at me smiling, with a particularly smug look on his face. I had that slutty feeling I’d had before when I’d sent him the video of me fingering my asshole. His mouth was mine. I didn’t smile back, I just kept thrusting down onto his cock with my mouth, more and more forcefully whilst keeping our intense eye contact. I’d never felt so much like a little whore. Eventually he looked away, his head rolled back and he looked up at the ceiling and grunted loudly. I really went to town then, forcing my mouth forward to take as much of his hot dick as I could. I felt one of his hands rest on the back of my head, his fingertips pressing gently into my hair as he guided my every movement. I moaned softly as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Then he pulled out of my mouth completely and his cock was dripping with my saliva, long streams of my spit hanging off his glistening shaft. He lightly slapped it across my left cheek, leaving a wet mark on my face. I was panting hard from the exertion of giving my first blowjob. I noticed a little bit of pre-cum leaking out of the end of his dick so I leaned forward and lapped it up with my tongue, looking deep into his eyes again. I had tasted myself before and he tasted similar, slightly salty and warm. I was confident I’d passed the first test and was surprised how much I’d enjoyed another man’s cock in my mouth.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I didn’t say anything, no ‘Yes Daddy’, nothing. I just silently spun around and immediately felt his hands pull my boxers down my legs. They slipped off my feet and he threw them onto the floor. I was facing away from him on my knees, totally naked, with my hands, shoulders and head resting on the back of the sofa. I felt so vulnerable but my rigid cock betrayed how much I was turned on. I thought he was going to fuck me there and then and wasn’t sure I was ready just yet, but then I felt a warm, wet feeling around my asshole and realised he was rimming me. His tongue flashed across my hole and began to push firmly past my ring. I knew he preparing me for what was to come.
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