"I'm going to fuck you hard and deep until you're begging me to stop." I pressed send on the message and watched it go from sent to delivered to read.
"Oh fuck yes! When can you come over?" That's what he sent back to me.
We had been talking on Grindr for barely twenty minutes when the conversation slipped into sex. He was the one to bring it up first. God was he cute, at least based on his profile pic and the ones he sent me. He was apparently 5'3" tall, weighed 125 lbs, considered himself a twink, was on PrEP, and loved bareback sex. I was on PrEP as well, but I also I preferred using condoms. I mean I think sex feels better without them, who doesn't? Nothing beats the feeling of sliding raw in a tight hole, but the condoms made me last longer, which is something I desperately needed.
"I need to shower first then I can come over and give you the fuck of the decade." God, why did I play it up so much? I have never once given anyone the fuck of the decade, let alone the fuck of the week. Every time I've been with a guy, it was over almost as soon as it began.
For a while, I thought I just wasn't cut out to be a top and switched to bottoming, but that only seemed to exacerbate the issue. When I was topping with a condom, I could hold onto my jizz for at least a minute, maybe two, but when I was being fucked, with that pressure on my prostate, I would cum without even being touched in barely 30 seconds. And once I came, bottoming started to hurt way to much to continue.
"I'll be waiting." He then sent me his address, "Here's something to think about when you're in the shower. 😈"
A pic popped up on my screen; it was a POV shot of him being fucked from the perspective of the top. I could see his entire body tensed in pleasure, every muscle was exposed. His legs were elevated and you could see the base of the thick cock that was fucking him. He had a look of utter ecstasy on his face.
I felt myself immediately get rock hard, and the fabric of my trunks pressed against my cock, which was enough to cause a spurt of precum to stain my Calvin's. Fuck. What did I just get myself into?
"Wow. That's hot!"
"Thanks. This guy's got a great dick. Nice and thick and long, at least 9 inches. Biggest I'd ever taken."
Well, there was another thing I had to be nervous about now; he'd been fucked by at least one really big dick before. I wasn't small by but I did not measure 9 inches.
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just typed, "Jesus."
"Lol. Yeah it was big. What can I say? I like big dicks." A few seconds passed before he sent this, "How big are you exactly?"
"I don't know." That wasn't true; like every other guy, I've measured my junk, "Like 6.5 inches." Maybe on my best day.
"Oh ok. That's fine. That'll get me there. Plus your super sexy; that always helps. Lol"
"Ok good. I'm going to go jump in the shower now. I'll text you when I'm on my way."
"Great! See you soon!"
I stood up from my bed and headed into the bathroom. I disrobed and stared at myself. I guess I was kinda sexy. Not tall but not short, about 5'9". I had a decent body; it was obvious I worked out. Wavey brown hair, blue eyes, symmetrical face. Now if only I didn't cum faster than a teenager on prom night. I stared down at my dick and he stared back up at me. It was at full mast, with a drop of precum leaking out of the top, "are you going to cooperate with me today?" Probably not.
I walked over to the shower and switched it on. My cock was still rock hard. I should probably jerk off, right? Get that initial nut out of me; maybe that would alleviate the sense of urgency my cock seemed to have.
I stood over my phone and opened Grindr again. I pulled up that hot pic he sent to me. God he was so sexy. I gripped my cock and imagined myself as the big dick top that was inside him. I started slowly moving my hand along the length of my shaft.
I could almost feel the sensation of sliding into him. The feeling of that tight little hole wrapping itself around the head of my dick. The pressure of sliding in and the release of getting passed that first ring of muscle.