The usual hookup site I have used since Craigslist ended its dating service was starting to become stale. It was now yielding fewer and fewer contacts, and the ones I did find were not of the same caliber as before. I had heard of a new gay dating app called Grindr and decided to download it. It took several attempts and an update before I could finally set up my profile. I eventually arrived at a moment of truth and was ready to make my first contact.
The instant my profile became active, a deluge of at least fifty messages opened a world of choice to me. Many messages included no photo and had no accompanying profile photo, which I immediately deleted. I also rejected candidates with facial hair, excessive body hair, and overweight. Because of my personal preferences, I find all these traits unattractive.
Due to the growing number of contacts, I could even be more selective in my preference as to age and preferred sexual position. Men with profiles that show their preference for sex as a bottom will usually attempt to alter the nature of the sex toward that preference. I have been through that many times in the past and have no desire to go through that again. I could even reject men who considered themselves versatile and confine my contacts to motivated top men.
One young guy seemed particularly motivated, persistent, and enthusiastic, quickly moving him to the top of my list. His screen name highlighted his Latin origin, and he sent a photo showing the front of his body from his thighs to just below his chest. The light brown skin of his tummy showed no trace of hair, and neither did his legs. His dick appeared to be about six and a half to seven inches and was thin. All this, combined with a smooth tight round scrotum, was delightfully beautiful, and I knew I wanted to have sex with him.
He requested my address which I sent along with a request for an ETA; he replied to my request with an answer of twenty minutes. Forty-five minutes later, he still had not arrived, and the phone app showed he was only two miles away. I contacted him again to ascertain the cause of the delay. He explained that he had never had sex with a male before. He feared I may not be what my profile described, my intentions malicious, or that I was a professional seeking money. I do not know what I wrote to reassure him, but he said he would arrive in mere minutes.
When I met him at the door, I was shocked to find not the man of thirty or so that I expected but someone much younger. He appeared to be either a young looking twenty year old or perhaps nineteen: I now understood why he had been so nervous. His lovely face was either clean-shaven or, more likely, had not grown any facial hair yet. I asked his age and got an answer of twenty.
I hugged him briefly, then asked him to follow me upstairs and led him to my playroom. I have been in the role of teacher before, so I knew I would have a lot of fun but probably would not even get a single orgasm. Once inside my playroom, he disrobed eagerly, with no help from me. I had been watching close by in a kneeling position, so a single caress of his thigh with my gloved hand was all it took to encourage him to put his dick into my mouth.
His beautiful dick felt so good in my mouth that no confection could strive to compete with the sensation. I used my hands to encourage him to use his hips to pump his dick in my mouth but achieved only limited results. No matter how much I coaxed him, a weak rhythmic motion was his only response. I asked him if he would prefer to skip the foreplay, get on the bed, and fuck. He responded without words by jumping up onto the bed, then assuming a kneeling position.