First Time Meeting From An App

This is the story of the first time I met someone from Grindr and realized that it's a wild place with some interesting people on it. My then-partner and I had just opened our relationship to explore our sexualities, which led me to download the app along with a few others. I decided to use my own face photo, thinking it would be a minimum requirement. Oh, was I wrong, most users were just images off body parts or pictures that looked like there were taken on an old Nokia. Within minutes, I received a flood of messages and various unsolicited dick pics. Again, many of them were very blurry and most likely not theirs.

Among the messages, one stood out a conversation with an older daddy type who lived nearby and had face pictures. He described himself as a Soft Daddy Dom who knew how to train his subs to please, which intrigued me as I was looking to explore more as a bottom. We continued chatting, shared a few pictures and I mentioned that I wanted to most likely just do oral this time, which he was fine with

After a day or two of messaging, I decided to bite the bullet or rather suck the cock and arranged to meet him. He gave me his address and I looked where it was in google maps and it looked rather fancy. The following Saturday morning I got in my car and drove over to him. I pulled up outside with mixed feeling and took a big breath. Walking to the door, I saw him standing in the doorway ready. He looked somewhat like his pictures, although he had more stubble on his face and seemed a bit shorter than he had said. Being 6'7", most people are shorter than me, so it didn't really bother me.

He welcomed me by pulling me into a deep kiss and groping my ass simultaneously, instantly setting my nerves alight with excitement. Introducing himself as Henry, he offered me a drink and showed me around before he led me to the bedroom. The room was lavish, with a huge bed dominating the space and erotic gay pictures adorning the wall above.

On the cabinet beside the bed, a big old box TV was playing a VHS gay porn, featuring two older men dominating a sissy sub. Henry glanced at the screen and mentioned that he someday wanted to do something similar with a buddy of his. This suggestion had my thoughts racing, I was up for it sometime in the future.

Henry guided me to stand by a full-length mirror, which was Infront of big bay windows overlooking the valley he lived in. He had said in his messages that he wanted to start by stripping me naked. My reflection showed a mixture of anticipation and curiosity as I watched him unbutton my shirt. He took his time, savoring each reveal of skin, making the process feel intimate and making me feel incredibly horny. He peeled away my clothes piece by piece. He had asked me to find some sexy underwear, so I had gone out an purchased a pair of thong like briefs that were covered with various gay pictures. As he removed Them, he paused to admire my reflection in the mirror. His gaze had me feeling both exposed and desired.

Henry then directed me to stand still, whispering that he wanted to enjoy every inch of me. His hands moved across my body, lightly tracing patterns, causing me to become erect. As he explored, his lips found my neck, moving down to my nipples where he bit them gently which was something that turned me on quite a bit. The TV in the background continued to play, the moans and groans adding to the moment, to think that I had just started talking to this guy a few days ago and now I was here naked in his bedroom! Henry's elderly experienced hands and mouth made it clear that he knew exactly how to push my buttons.

He then stopped and with a deep and commanding voice instructed me to turn around, face him, and drop to my knees. As I complied, he swiftly removed his top, much quicker than he had done with mine. He then told me to take off his belt and lower his pants and underwear, which I did, bringing his cock right in front of my face. He then looked down at me and said, "Worship it just like in the video, and keep your eyes locked on mine."

With a mix of excitement and nervousness. I took his cock in my hand, and began with gentle, teasing strokes. Feeling it grow harder in my hand, this one was much bigger than the cock I had sucked when I was younger and had me wonder if I was up for the task. Slowly, I ran my tongue along the length, savoring the taste and the feeling of his smooth skin. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I maintained eye contact, just as he instructed. I started to move my head more rhythmically, my movements slow and deliberate at first. trying to imitate what has felt good to me in the past with women.

He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me with gentle but assertive motions, showing me exactly what he wanted. With each bob of my head, Henry began to gently move his hips, forcing his cock to go deeper down my throat. The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before. The last time I had done this, years ago, it had been clumsy and awkward. But now, I was enjoying and being turned on so much by sucking cock and the feeling of him making me gag as it went down my throat. I could feel how much Henry enjoyed it as his breathing became heavier and through the deep, throaty moans he was making.

After a while, he paused and asked if I was sure I didn't want anal, as he wanted to show me what I'd be missing. I told him I wasn't really prepared for it, but he assured me he had everything I needed in the shower. It only took me a second to answer, this whole experience was turning me on like crazy, so I said OK.

Henry led me to the shower, where he pointed out all the things I would need to prepare myself. This was probably not the first time he had done this with someone, and he seemed to expect it to go this way, as everything just happened to be out.

As the water started to run, he stood back, his eyes never leaving mine and then asked, "Can I watch?" To which I nodded. I began to clean by body with the soap and even though I had douched at home I still used his special designed shower head just to make sure there wasn't going to be any mess. As I pressed the shower head into me, I looked over and could see Henry stroking his cock and moaning. He told me to just squat and spray out the water in the shower, I thought to myself "thank god I had cleaned at home, or that would have been embarrassing"

Once I was ready, I turned off the water and moved towards him, water droplets clinging to my skin. He had me get back on my knees and suck on his cock once more, I could taste his precum and was wanting him more and more. He had me crawl on all fours back over to the bedroom where he had placed a large, plush towel on the bed. In a deep commanding voice, he instructed me to "Lie down on my stomach"

As I complied, my pulse quickened, the reality of the moment sinking in. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered words I hadn't anticipated. "I'm going to fill you up and breed you!"

Before we had met up, I had been careful to ask about when he was last checked for STIs. And he had shown me results from the week prior that were all clear, which had set my mind at ease. In the heat of the moment, however, those practical concerns were far from my thoughts.

Henry reached over to his bedside table. From the drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lube and said, "I want you to take this" his eyes locking onto mine with a blend of desire and determination. "Rub it all around your hole so that I can take you deep and for a long time." I took the bottle and squirted it into my palm and started to work a finger into me making sure to use lots to make what was about to happened less painful and smooth.

Once I was ready, he positioned himself behind me, Placing his hands on my hips. He applied more lube to his cock and began to enter me, the initial pressure gave way to a deep, consuming pleasure. His pace was slow at first, allowing me to adjust to his cock filling me up.

Henry's rhythm gradually increased, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. I had never felt anything like this before his cock felt like it was in my stomach and every time it would go back in, it would rub my prostate and was feeling a pressure build up inside.

As the session grew more heated, Henry commanded me to position myself with my hips and ass in the air, my head pressed down into the mattress. His words and tone were fulfilling my submissive needs and making me wild, he the ordered me to "Stroke myself" his voice a mix of authority and desire.

I obeyed, my hand finding my cock as he continued to pound me hard. The sensation was beyond intense, my precum and prostate fluids beginning to drip onto the bed. Each thrust drove me closer to a brink I had never felt before. Before long I felt an eruption building within me and had the biggest orgasm than I'd ever experienced. Cumming and shaking for what seemed like minutes. Henry showed no signs of stopping and he maintained his relentless pace, driving deeper into my now trembling form.

However just a short moment later Henry grasped my hair, pulling my head up off the bed. His breath, hot against my ear, and said "I'm going to make you mine, I'm about to cum and fill you up!"

The promise in his voice sent waves of anticipation rushing through me. When he finally came, his release was powerful, filling me with a sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was overwhelming, and warm. His body collapsed against mine, his weight felt like a weighted blanked and gave a calming feel after such a relentless pounding.

We lay there for some time, after he whispered, "You're going to have to come back. I need you more. I've got a buddy who would enjoy joining us, too." His words had my head racing with future ideas and fantasies that I had wanted for a long time but thought they would never happen. His last request, Henry asked me to leave with his seed still inside me, a token of his claim. I complied without hesitation, feeling both vulnerable and empowered by this.

I proceeded to get dressed and Henry gave me a parting kiss on my cheek, and a final ass grope. Walking away, the weight of our encounter lingered. For the first time, I felt a profound sense of validation for my bisexuality. The experience with Henry wasn't just about physical pleasure it was a defining moment of self-discovery and acceptance. In his arms, I had found clarity and affirmation, a deep-seated understanding of who I was and what I wanted. The experience had left me changed, more certain of myself, and more open to the complexities of my own sexuality. And wanting to go back for the threesome, I quite liked the idea of being spit roasted and being completely used by two men, had I become a sub slut, I think so!