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I was home from college for summer vacation in those days, it had been over a month since I’d gotten laid and now, I really felt sexually frustrated, I really some hard fucking to get back to normal.
And so, I decided to re-install Grindr again. I had never really needed it as cocks were always available to suck and fuck in college, so I’d uninstalled it and here I was back again, making a profile with a faceless pic but one that showed off my ass.
Just a few minutes after my profile picture was approved, I started getting a few messages and dick from guys around me. None seem to catch my interest, most of these people were guys my age but I needed something different, for most of my time in college I took young cocks but now I craved something slightly older. I was looking for a man who knew what to give and perfectly used me for his pleasure as well.
I spent most of that day scrolling through profiles, mindlessly swiping left or right. A few chats sparked here and there, but nothing that really clicked. It was all the same—bland conversations that fizzled out before they even began.
It was late, just when I was about to call it quits, a notification pinged. A new message request.
I clicked on it; my curiosity piqued by the unnamed profile.
Before even opening the message, I checked his profile. The first thing that caught my eye was his age. Older. Mid-40s, at least. He had a profile picture of him smiling casually, but what really caught my attention was his body. The guy clearly took care of himself—lean, but muscular, like he knew his way around a gym but wasn’t obsessed with it.
I checked the other pics and there it was. A shirtless photo. Tasteful, not too much. His chest and arms were beefy, skin sun-kissed but not over-tanned, with just the right amount of scruff on his jawline to hint at a ruggedness.
And then there was the suit picture. I clicked on it, enlarging the image. He was wearing a dark navy suit that fit him like a glove. No tie, just the top two buttons undone, giving him this perfect balance of professional and casual. He looked like someone you’d see at the head of a conference table, or maybe leaning against a bar, ordering a beer after a busy day with that. A sexy boss type.
I hovered over his photos for a second longer than I meant to, imagining what his voice would sound like. Maybe smooth, with a bit of gravel to it, the kind of voice that would make you listen just a little more carefully.
I stared at the "Hi!" the man had sent, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Older guy, sexy as hell… why not take a chance with him?
I typed back, "Hey. I'm Jamie."
A few seconds passed, and then another message popped up.
"Hey Jamie, I’m Chris. I’m 45. Does my age bother you?"
I smiled, my fingers moving quickly across the keys. "Not at all. I actually find older men more attractive. I’m 22, by the way."
I leaned back, wondering what he’d say to that.
"Good to hear," came the reply. "Btw, what brings you here? Looking to date or… something?"
I felt a grin spread across my face, feeling the playful energy between us already.
"Kind of," I typed back. "I’m here on a college vacation. Feeling bored, I haven't gotten laid in a long time, so I thought… Why not try finding some meat?"
I hit send and bit my lip, feeling the anticipation bubble up as I waited for his response.
"Hmmm... I'm kind of looking for something similar," Chris replied after a brief pause. "Not something serious, just a onetime thing, you know. Discreet and sexy"
The way he phrased it sent a jolt of excitement through me. I stared at his words, imagining that confident grin on his face as he typed them.
I couldn't help myself, the flirtatious tone slipping easily into my reply. "I bet you don’t have any problems finding dates with a body like that, daddy?"
His response came quickly. "You think so? Well, you're not too bad yourself."
I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm. "Oh, I can already tell you’ve got plenty of admirers."
"Maybe," he teased. "But they’re not as interesting as you."
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You look really great in that shirtless pick; I wonder what those swimming trunks are hiding?” I sent it with a winked emoji.
“You wanna see?” He said.
And then I received a video call from him after a minute. I quickly accepted and watched with bated breath as he appeared before the camera, he was shirtless wearing just a boxer brief which clearly showed a bulge, he smiled at me, and I smiled at him before he moved a little back and slid his briefs down. His cock flopped free and slowly started growing as I smiled at him with my mouth agape.
He came closer to the camera and jerked himself for a few seconds before ending the video call. At least now I knew that I wasn’t being catfished.
We returned back to texting each other. “Did you like what you saw?” Chris asked.
“Liked what you saw?” I sent, “I loved it. I would love to worship your cock and ride on it too.”
“Fuck! You’re making me throb.” Before I could respond, he went straight to the point. "So, are you free tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I typed back, curiosity piqued.
"Well, I’m having this presentation tomorrow at my office. I sometimes get bored in between meetings and presentations... feel sleepy, you know?" he said, hinting at the dullness of his corporate life. "I was hoping you’d like to come here and keep me entertained for a bit, you can worship my cock and then I’ll give you a fuck to remember. What do you say?”
My heart and dick leapt at the offer, and I didn't hesitate. "Absolutely. I’d love that."
"Great," he responded. "But just so you know, my colleagues don’t know I’m gay. So, you’ll have to come there a bit discreetly."
That made me pause for a second, but before I could ask anything, he added, "I'll send you the address. There’s a private lift that’ll open directly into my office if you stop at a specific floor. No one will see you. Don’t worry."
My eyebrows shot up at that. A private lift? His office? Chris was clearly a man of some importance.
"Wow, fancy," I replied, impressed. "I didn’t know I was talking to a big businessman."
"You’re in for a surprise," he sent back, adding a winking emoji. "See you tomorrow, Jamie."
I leaned back in my chair, heart racing a little faster. This was turning into something far more interesting than I’d expected. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
The next day, I stood outside the building, staring up at the sleek glass structure towering above me. My heart raced—not just because I was about to meet Chris, but because I recognized this place. My dad worked here. It was a strange coincidence, one that made me hesitate for a moment. What if I ran into him? The thought of it made my stomach churn, my feet wanting to turn back.
But then I thought of Chris. His messages, his smooth flirting, the way I felt a rush of excitement just thinking about him. I’d been waiting for this. The excitement outweighed the nerves, pushing me forward.
I followed Chris’s instructions, making my way to the parking area. There, just like he said, was the elevator marked "VIP Only." My pulse quickened as I glanced around—no one was stopping me. It was like I was invisible. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, my finger hovering over the button for the floor Chris had told me to come to. The elevator hummed to life, carrying me upwards in silence.
When the doors slid open, I stepped into what could only be described as a lavish private office. The space was sleek, modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. My eyes were immediately drawn to the man sitting behind the large desk.
Chris.
He looked up as I entered, and a slow, easy smile spread across his face. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, tucked into perfectly tailored trousers. The fabric clung to his toned chest and arms, showing off that body I’d admired in his photos. Seeing him in person, though—there was something electric about it. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks and my dick started to harden
"Jamie," he said warmly, his voice just as smooth as I’d imagined. He gestured to the chair beside him. "Come in, sit."
Nodding, I walked over and sat down, trying to control the butterflies in my stomach. The room suddenly felt smaller, more intimate, with him this close.
We flirted easily, the conversation flowing as naturally as the subtle tension building between us. Chris leaned back in his chair, that confident smile never leaving his face, and I couldn’t help but admire how good he looked up close—his broad shoulders filling out his shirt.
“So,” he asked, leaning in a bit closer, “are you always this adventurous, or did I just get lucky?”
I smirked. “Maybe you’re special.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with the answer. “I like that.”
Before I could say anything else, a knock on the door interrupted us. My heart jumped into my throat.
"Presentation time," Chris said, his tone shifting slightly, as if remembering the world outside our little bubble.
My mind raced. I couldn’t be seen by anyone—not here. “What do I do?” I whispered, glancing nervously at the door.
Chris didn't seem fazed at all. “Relax. No one will come near me during the meeting.”
I blinked. “What?”
He gestured under the large table. “Hide here. There's plenty of space, and I’ll make sure no one even thinks about looking your way while you suck my cock.”
Whoa, he really wanted me to suck his cock while a meeting happened in the room. I hesitated, but Chris was already pulling a pillow from one of the chairs and handing it to me. “For your comfort,” he said, winking.
With no time to second-guess it, I ducked under the table, positioning myself close to his legs, but with enough room to breathe. It was surprisingly spacious under there, and the pillow made it almost… comfortable. I felt the warmth of his presence above me, and it was oddly thrilling, like sharing a secret only we knew.
“Come in.” Chris said, his voice turning professional now.
The door opened, and I froze, my heart pounding as a few voices entered the room. I kept my breathing shallow, hoping I wasn’t about to do something monumentally stupid.
Then I heard a voice—a familiar one. My stomach dropped.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Let’s get started," said my dad.
I nearly stopped breathing. My dad. Here. Giving a presentation to Chris. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the small gasp that almost escaped. My mind raced, pieces falling into place. The man I was crushing on, the guy I was hiding under a table for, was my dad’s boss.
Above me, I felt Chris shift slightly, but he didn’t show any sign of discomfort. He must have noticed my reaction, though, because his foot gently brushed against mine, like a quiet reassurance.
I listened in silence, a mixture of panic and excitement swirling in my chest. My dad’s voice carried on, formal and focused, as he went through his presentation, completely unaware that I was literally at the feet of his boss, someone I wanted to fuck.
The whole situation was insane—and yet, the thrill of it, of being so close to Chris while my dad stood just feet away, made my pulse race even faster. Chris, meanwhile, sat there calmly, listening attentively, as if everything was perfectly normal.
Then he talked to my father about something but below the table he pointed his finger at his crotch. My heart raced and my hands trembled at little as I reached at the front of his pants and cusped the bulge in his pants. My god, he was so thick and so hard.
I unbuttoned his pants and ran the zipper down, to my surprise his cock immediately came into my view, he wasn’t wearing underwear.
I reached out and pulled the cock and balls out of the pants as I slowly slid them down his hips.
The cock throbbed intensely in my hand, the thick veins pulsing with blood and a bead of precum shining at the red tip. I started kissing along the length of his cock. My own cock was crying for attention, so I undid my pants and sat there half naked.
I just wanted to suck Chris’ cock like a madman, but I forced myself to take my time. My lips finally reached the tip, and I gave it a gentle kiss brushing my tongue ever so slightly over his slit. His cock pulsed and he hummed a little. Providing him the ultimate pleasure and tasting his seed was my goal. But I had to be careful not to make too much noise.
I gently cupped his nice, shaved balls in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around his hard manhood. I lay his cock on his stomach as I leaned under and started to slowly kiss and lick his balls. I kissed and licked them as I worked my way back to the base of his cock. I went back and forth doing this for a while.
As the meeting dragged on, what started as panic quickly shifted into something else excitement. Every second felt charged with the possibility of getting caught, and instead of fear, I found myself grinning under the table, thrilled by the risk. My dad’s voice floated through the room, going over the presentation, completely unaware that I was hidden beneath his boss’s desk, just inches away from Chris.
And so, I decided to re-install Grindr again. I had never really needed it as cocks were always available to suck and fuck in college, so I’d uninstalled it and here I was back again, making a profile with a faceless pic but one that showed off my ass.
Just a few minutes after my profile picture was approved, I started getting a few messages and dick from guys around me. None seem to catch my interest, most of these people were guys my age but I needed something different, for most of my time in college I took young cocks but now I craved something slightly older. I was looking for a man who knew what to give and perfectly used me for his pleasure as well.
I spent most of that day scrolling through profiles, mindlessly swiping left or right. A few chats sparked here and there, but nothing that really clicked. It was all the same—bland conversations that fizzled out before they even began.
It was late, just when I was about to call it quits, a notification pinged. A new message request.
I clicked on it; my curiosity piqued by the unnamed profile.
Before even opening the message, I checked his profile. The first thing that caught my eye was his age. Older. Mid-40s, at least. He had a profile picture of him smiling casually, but what really caught my attention was his body. The guy clearly took care of himself—lean, but muscular, like he knew his way around a gym but wasn’t obsessed with it.
I checked the other pics and there it was. A shirtless photo. Tasteful, not too much. His chest and arms were beefy, skin sun-kissed but not over-tanned, with just the right amount of scruff on his jawline to hint at a ruggedness.
And then there was the suit picture. I clicked on it, enlarging the image. He was wearing a dark navy suit that fit him like a glove. No tie, just the top two buttons undone, giving him this perfect balance of professional and casual. He looked like someone you’d see at the head of a conference table, or maybe leaning against a bar, ordering a beer after a busy day with that. A sexy boss type.
I hovered over his photos for a second longer than I meant to, imagining what his voice would sound like. Maybe smooth, with a bit of gravel to it, the kind of voice that would make you listen just a little more carefully.
I stared at the "Hi!" the man had sent, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Older guy, sexy as hell… why not take a chance with him?
I typed back, "Hey. I'm Jamie."
A few seconds passed, and then another message popped up.
"Hey Jamie, I’m Chris. I’m 45. Does my age bother you?"
I smiled, my fingers moving quickly across the keys. "Not at all. I actually find older men more attractive. I’m 22, by the way."
I leaned back, wondering what he’d say to that.
"Good to hear," came the reply. "Btw, what brings you here? Looking to date or… something?"
I felt a grin spread across my face, feeling the playful energy between us already.
"Kind of," I typed back. "I’m here on a college vacation. Feeling bored, I haven't gotten laid in a long time, so I thought… Why not try finding some meat?"
I hit send and bit my lip, feeling the anticipation bubble up as I waited for his response.
"Hmmm... I'm kind of looking for something similar," Chris replied after a brief pause. "Not something serious, just a onetime thing, you know. Discreet and sexy"
The way he phrased it sent a jolt of excitement through me. I stared at his words, imagining that confident grin on his face as he typed them.
I couldn't help myself, the flirtatious tone slipping easily into my reply. "I bet you don’t have any problems finding dates with a body like that, daddy?"
His response came quickly. "You think so? Well, you're not too bad yourself."
I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm. "Oh, I can already tell you’ve got plenty of admirers."
"Maybe," he teased. "But they’re not as interesting as you."
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You look really great in that shirtless pick; I wonder what those swimming trunks are hiding?” I sent it with a winked emoji.
“You wanna see?” He said.
And then I received a video call from him after a minute. I quickly accepted and watched with bated breath as he appeared before the camera, he was shirtless wearing just a boxer brief which clearly showed a bulge, he smiled at me, and I smiled at him before he moved a little back and slid his briefs down. His cock flopped free and slowly started growing as I smiled at him with my mouth agape.
He came closer to the camera and jerked himself for a few seconds before ending the video call. At least now I knew that I wasn’t being catfished.
We returned back to texting each other. “Did you like what you saw?” Chris asked.
“Liked what you saw?” I sent, “I loved it. I would love to worship your cock and ride on it too.”
“Fuck! You’re making me throb.” Before I could respond, he went straight to the point. "So, are you free tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I typed back, curiosity piqued.
"Well, I’m having this presentation tomorrow at my office. I sometimes get bored in between meetings and presentations... feel sleepy, you know?" he said, hinting at the dullness of his corporate life. "I was hoping you’d like to come here and keep me entertained for a bit, you can worship my cock and then I’ll give you a fuck to remember. What do you say?”
My heart and dick leapt at the offer, and I didn't hesitate. "Absolutely. I’d love that."
"Great," he responded. "But just so you know, my colleagues don’t know I’m gay. So, you’ll have to come there a bit discreetly."
That made me pause for a second, but before I could ask anything, he added, "I'll send you the address. There’s a private lift that’ll open directly into my office if you stop at a specific floor. No one will see you. Don’t worry."
My eyebrows shot up at that. A private lift? His office? Chris was clearly a man of some importance.
"Wow, fancy," I replied, impressed. "I didn’t know I was talking to a big businessman."
"You’re in for a surprise," he sent back, adding a winking emoji. "See you tomorrow, Jamie."
I leaned back in my chair, heart racing a little faster. This was turning into something far more interesting than I’d expected. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
The next day, I stood outside the building, staring up at the sleek glass structure towering above me. My heart raced—not just because I was about to meet Chris, but because I recognized this place. My dad worked here. It was a strange coincidence, one that made me hesitate for a moment. What if I ran into him? The thought of it made my stomach churn, my feet wanting to turn back.
But then I thought of Chris. His messages, his smooth flirting, the way I felt a rush of excitement just thinking about him. I’d been waiting for this. The excitement outweighed the nerves, pushing me forward.
I followed Chris’s instructions, making my way to the parking area. There, just like he said, was the elevator marked "VIP Only." My pulse quickened as I glanced around—no one was stopping me. It was like I was invisible. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, my finger hovering over the button for the floor Chris had told me to come to. The elevator hummed to life, carrying me upwards in silence.
When the doors slid open, I stepped into what could only be described as a lavish private office. The space was sleek, modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. My eyes were immediately drawn to the man sitting behind the large desk.
Chris.
He looked up as I entered, and a slow, easy smile spread across his face. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, tucked into perfectly tailored trousers. The fabric clung to his toned chest and arms, showing off that body I’d admired in his photos. Seeing him in person, though—there was something electric about it. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks and my dick started to harden
"Jamie," he said warmly, his voice just as smooth as I’d imagined. He gestured to the chair beside him. "Come in, sit."
Nodding, I walked over and sat down, trying to control the butterflies in my stomach. The room suddenly felt smaller, more intimate, with him this close.
We flirted easily, the conversation flowing as naturally as the subtle tension building between us. Chris leaned back in his chair, that confident smile never leaving his face, and I couldn’t help but admire how good he looked up close—his broad shoulders filling out his shirt.
“So,” he asked, leaning in a bit closer, “are you always this adventurous, or did I just get lucky?”
I smirked. “Maybe you’re special.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with the answer. “I like that.”
Before I could say anything else, a knock on the door interrupted us. My heart jumped into my throat.
"Presentation time," Chris said, his tone shifting slightly, as if remembering the world outside our little bubble.
My mind raced. I couldn’t be seen by anyone—not here. “What do I do?” I whispered, glancing nervously at the door.
Chris didn't seem fazed at all. “Relax. No one will come near me during the meeting.”
I blinked. “What?”
He gestured under the large table. “Hide here. There's plenty of space, and I’ll make sure no one even thinks about looking your way while you suck my cock.”
Whoa, he really wanted me to suck his cock while a meeting happened in the room. I hesitated, but Chris was already pulling a pillow from one of the chairs and handing it to me. “For your comfort,” he said, winking.
With no time to second-guess it, I ducked under the table, positioning myself close to his legs, but with enough room to breathe. It was surprisingly spacious under there, and the pillow made it almost… comfortable. I felt the warmth of his presence above me, and it was oddly thrilling, like sharing a secret only we knew.
“Come in.” Chris said, his voice turning professional now.
The door opened, and I froze, my heart pounding as a few voices entered the room. I kept my breathing shallow, hoping I wasn’t about to do something monumentally stupid.
Then I heard a voice—a familiar one. My stomach dropped.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Let’s get started," said my dad.
I nearly stopped breathing. My dad. Here. Giving a presentation to Chris. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the small gasp that almost escaped. My mind raced, pieces falling into place. The man I was crushing on, the guy I was hiding under a table for, was my dad’s boss.
Above me, I felt Chris shift slightly, but he didn’t show any sign of discomfort. He must have noticed my reaction, though, because his foot gently brushed against mine, like a quiet reassurance.
I listened in silence, a mixture of panic and excitement swirling in my chest. My dad’s voice carried on, formal and focused, as he went through his presentation, completely unaware that I was literally at the feet of his boss, someone I wanted to fuck.
The whole situation was insane—and yet, the thrill of it, of being so close to Chris while my dad stood just feet away, made my pulse race even faster. Chris, meanwhile, sat there calmly, listening attentively, as if everything was perfectly normal.
Then he talked to my father about something but below the table he pointed his finger at his crotch. My heart raced and my hands trembled at little as I reached at the front of his pants and cusped the bulge in his pants. My god, he was so thick and so hard.
I unbuttoned his pants and ran the zipper down, to my surprise his cock immediately came into my view, he wasn’t wearing underwear.
I reached out and pulled the cock and balls out of the pants as I slowly slid them down his hips.
The cock throbbed intensely in my hand, the thick veins pulsing with blood and a bead of precum shining at the red tip. I started kissing along the length of his cock. My own cock was crying for attention, so I undid my pants and sat there half naked.
I just wanted to suck Chris’ cock like a madman, but I forced myself to take my time. My lips finally reached the tip, and I gave it a gentle kiss brushing my tongue ever so slightly over his slit. His cock pulsed and he hummed a little. Providing him the ultimate pleasure and tasting his seed was my goal. But I had to be careful not to make too much noise.
I gently cupped his nice, shaved balls in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around his hard manhood. I lay his cock on his stomach as I leaned under and started to slowly kiss and lick his balls. I kissed and licked them as I worked my way back to the base of his cock. I went back and forth doing this for a while.
As the meeting dragged on, what started as panic quickly shifted into something else excitement. Every second felt charged with the possibility of getting caught, and instead of fear, I found myself grinning under the table, thrilled by the risk. My dad’s voice floated through the room, going over the presentation, completely unaware that I was hidden beneath his boss’s desk, just inches away from Chris.
Gonna link this on that thread. You did a great job getting me hard!
