First Timer on Grindr Cornered by weirdfantasies89
Discover an exhilarating gay erotic journey in 'First Timer on Grindr: Cornered.' Dive into a captivating tale of desire, adventure, and unexpected encounters that every newcomer to Grindr should read. Unleash your fantasies and explore the thrill of first connections in this steamy story!<br/> Hi All!
DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER! PLEASE READ FIRST!
I would typically put a story like this in noncon. However for some reason I feel like this belongs more in Gay Male. If people believe, despite this warning, that I should try and get it moved after it’s published, I will do so without hesitation.
That being said, as you can tell, THEMES OF NONCON, RELUCTANCE, AND VERY OUTLANDISH SMUTTY DEGREDATION AHEAD! DO NOT ACT THIS WAY IN REAL LIFE, I DO NOT CONDONE IT, NOR AM I PROFITING OFF OF THIS STORY IN ANY WAY! THIS IS A SEX FANTASY! THAT IS ALL!
Please enjoy the story, and please only provide feedback that is constructive if you feel the need to comment any.
Again this is very unrealistic smut, slightly based off of real experiences I’ve had on Grindr. So you guys get a ‘based on a true story’ story lol.
Hope you enjoy!
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It was the fall of my sophomore year at college in SDSU when I had my first experience with a man. Drunk at a party, myself and a cute guy began making out. It was a new experience for me entirely as being any kind of gay never took stage in my life. After I kissed him though, something awoke inside of me. I was straight, I was definitely attracted to women, and I kissed him more out of experimentalism than anything. However, that rearranged some part of me. I looked back at my whole life that day and realized that I may have been bisexual.
There were odd occasions where I found myself attracted to certain men, even masturbating to gay porn every now and then when I found myself in a pit of horniness. I wrote it off as nothing more than curiosity though…
My parents were always supportive of me, very liberal, very atheist, and never would they come down on their son’s identity or sexuality. When I did come out to them, they simply hugged me, said they loved me, and told me to be careful and practice safe sex.
Suddenly I was bisexual, it didn’t really feel anything special, but it was definitely freeing. No longer was I constrained by shooing away gay thoughts that I assumed were intrusive. Instead any attractions I had were natural, any odd feelings towards other men became normal for me.
I wasn’t really a part of the LGBT culture however, I never really went to Pride, I didn’t have a lot of friends who were queer, minus a few bi women in my circle. It wasn’t a very large part of my identity. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I was particular about dating women rather than men. I liked the idea of hooking up with guys, but never really going further than that.
So it was at the start of my junior year that I downloaded Grindr. I was nervous to say the least. I had heard stories about how aggressive it was but I never really believed it until I set up my profile.
My picture was a good candid shot of myself. I was skinny, a little toned from my track days, and had a cute length of dirty blonde hair, wavy and going down to the middle of my neck. My youthful face was broadcasted for the entire gay community within 10 miles of me to see.
My profile name was my name (Connor) and my age (20).
My bio: “Hi! Very new to this and not entirely sure what I’m doing lol! Recently uncloseted bi, and looking for some fun in the area.”
Within mere minutes of my profile being approved I got swathes of messages from the most aggressively horny men I’d ever laid eyes on.
The first message from a profile of a hirsute hairy chubby body with no face, DaddyCoach: “Hey boy. Looking 4 Fun?”
“Uh maybe lol” I responded
Immediately a pick of his throbbing hairy cock came on screen, his hand grabbing the base, showing its full length.
“You want this Daddy cock boy? Come over rn, I’m so horny, I need a hot boy like you to come take this.”
Woah…
The words definitely did something to me. I was not attracted to this man, I didn’t know what his face even looked like.
“Could I get a face pic first lol?”
“No faces til you’re over at my place. You’re gonna work this cock and you’re gonna like it.”
Blocked.
I wasn’t going to lose my anal virginity to some gross old man nearby. I wanted it to be the right guy. Someone I was actually attracted to, someone nice, patient, and mentoring. I also didn’t want strings attached though…
However, I did look down to see that I was throbbing and painfully erect. The images of me on my knees servicing that man’s cock, being fucked ruthlessly by him… no cut it out… take it easy, jesus christ.
After that experience, I realized that the attention I was getting from these male suitors lining up in my messages was bringing me a profound sense of ego and validation. The more disgusting the first message, the more turned on I got. I found myself disinterested with the nicer men who were clearly just being cordial and sweet. If the message wasn’t opening with a cock pic or some aggressive statement about what they wanted from me, I wasn’t interested.
I was the worst kind of person on Grindr. I was a flake. I loved hearing these fantasies about what they would do to me, but I could never go through with it. It made me so horny though. The idea of these men performing vile sexual acts on my body, powerless, under their control, after a lifetime of having to play that role with women in my life. I realized deep down I wanted to be the woman for once.
I wouldn’t talk about my sexual kinks or anything, merely coax these men into dirty talking for me, but strictly keeping it at that.
From BWC Otter, 45:
“I want you to come over to my place now and suck my cock until I shoot my load in your hot little mouth.”
“Oh lol, that’s pretty hot haha, anything else lol?”
“After that I’m going to take you to my bed and fuck u how u want it. I’ll be slow and passionate at first, then I’m gonna fuck u like the slut u r.”
“Yeah lol, I’m into that I think.”
“Gonna be a good boy 4 daddy?”
“Yeah haha.”
“Say it. Call me Daddy.”
“Yes Daddy lol. Can I see your dick?”
He sent a little above average hairy old cock. Same pose as always, erect, hand at the base, standing up so you can see the tip of his hairy belly and his feet in the carpet.
“Nice cock. I’d love to do stuff with it.”
“U?”
I sent back the library of photos saved of me in various poses, making my ass look a little bigger, showing my lithe body, showing my cock, nothing crazy though I didn’t want to do a photo op for this.
“So fucking hot. I can’t wait to cover that hot body in cum.”
“Yeah me either haha…”
“Come ovr rn. I’m horny. Come show Daddy what you like.”
Blocked.
As soon as it got to that level I would end it there, knowing I’d have to think of copious excuses as to why I’m not able to come over. My greatest fear being one of these men takes it too far and tries tracking me down to hurt me or do worse. There was a lot of anxiety around it, but I kept getting pulled back whenever I was bored or horny. It was better than porn, the way some of these men talked to me.
Every day my inbox was full of:
“Hot.”
“I’ll show you how to take dick.”