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Chapter 4 of Downloading Grindr
The pressure. I could feel it against my tiny, pink virgin hole. It wasn't just a finger; this was for real. This was a thick, meaty throbbing cock that was desperate to force me open and slide deep into my warm body. The feeling of it pulsing against me was sending my little pucker into spasm. Why was it teasing me? Why didn't it just push in? He knew how much I wanted this, how much I needed this. I'd begged for it and pleaded with him to be the one: to fuck me for the very first time. His arms wrapped around my body, pulling me tightly against the strong chest behind me. Then it happened. He pushed...
"The next station will..." The piercing noise of the train announcements speared through my dream and brought me back to reality with a jump. It took me more than a few seconds to realise just where I was and for the events of my dream to be recognised for what they were - the figments of a horny teen's overactive imagination. It had felt so real and I had literally begged for it in the dream. I really hope I hadn't been talking in my sleep, especially as the carriage was practically full.
Looking down, it was clear how much of an effect the dream had had on me. There, tenting out so high that scouts could have camped under there, was my cock. It was straining so hard against the fabric that the mere act of moving it down was enough to cause two large droplets of precum to leak out and into my boxers. This was getting ridiculous now. Since starting to play around with other guys, I'd become even more horny when I'd expected the opposite to be true. Now, being a teenager had always brought random hardons at the wrong time but to be rock hard on a train full of my peers while we travel to a school trip... yeah... that was really taking the biscuit!
The plan was to go to Leeds art gallery in order to explore a range of different artists with the view of choosing one to focus out studies on as we moved into the next year of Art A-level. To be honest, I'd chosen Art as a bit of a relief subject - a creative one to balance out all of my more academic studies. Unfortunately, it wasn't turning out like that and, in fact, this subject needed more hours of my time just to keep me performing averagely then I had to put into the academic subjects in order to be performing well in those. This trip was yet another example of this.
The Art teacher, an older lady who was short in stature but definitely loud in the choice of dress and her sheer presence, was loving the build up to this trip. I don't know why; I'd actually visited the gallery not too long ago with my family and really didn't see what going again was going to gain. I had tried to explain this to her but she wanted me to go anyway. "It'll be different just going to exploring it by yourself. You'll see different things," she'd said. Complete rubbish but, of course, I didn't say that to her.
So, here I am, surrounded by a group of my fellow Art students, with my slightly crazy Art teacher, about to spend hours and hours wandering around a gallery that I'd spent the whole day in not three weeks ago.
The dream hadn't helped matters. Ever since Aaron suggested that he was going to fuck me soon, I'd been looking up videos online and trying to get a better understanding of how the process works. I don't want to repeat the mistakes of my first blowjob and actually end up being crap at getting fucked. I'd been a little overwhelmed by the depth of porn videos that were out there: every situation you could think of with every possible kind of guy (and every possible size of dick - fuck! How some of those bottoms didn't die from taking those huge cocks, I have no idea.) Since then, every unconscious thought had always seemed to come back to getting fucked and I'm sure my hole was starting to throb and pulse every so often. Either that or I was just more aware of it now then I'd ever been before which I guess was possible.
I'd not had any action since hooking up with Aaron in the bathrooms at school. Well, not unless you count wanking myself off but I don't count that. I'd talked to a couple of guys on the app but I'd definitely ended up meeting a few time wasters and nothing seemed to be happening for me. I wouldn't mind as much if the guys were just upfront and honest straight away. If they said to me, "I'm just looking for chat," or "I just want to swap some pics," then I wouldn't have a problem with that! Hell, I'd be up for a dirty chat every now and then. Unfortunately, they just pretend to be interested in meeting up and then block you before anything actually happens. I'd even turned up to meet a guy at the local park only for him to block me 10 minutes before he was due to turn up. It had entered my thoughts that maybe he'd seen me and decided against it, which could also be true, but I'm trying not to let that bother me.
So, yes, I was getting very curious about getting fucked for the first time. I didn't know who I wanted to do it - whether it should be any of the lads I've met already or someone new - or even if I was ready to do it but it was definitely becoming interesting.
What wasn't interesting, of course, was this bloody trip! After wondering around the gallery by myself for about half an hour, I was more than ready to leave. I pulled out my phone and started playing on it when it played out that familiar alert that told me that I had a message on 'Grindr'.
Opening it up, the message had come from an older guy who looked to be around his mid to late 40s. I'd never really thought about older guys before, in fact, I had my settings on the app to only show me the under 25s! However, I'm glad he messaged me because he was very attractive and you could tell that he looked after himself. Looking at his ripped and hairy body, I definitely started to fantasise about a big nasty 'Daddy' making me do dirty things with him. So, of course, I replied.
"Hey, I'm good thanks," I wrote, "Just bored really. What are you up to?" His reply came instantly: "Just at work. I'm really bored too. And horny... always horny." I chuckled to myself and did a quick look around to see if anyone had heard. However, there was no-one around. In fact, I'd not seen anyone at all in the last 10 minutes. This place was completely dead. "Yeah I'm always horny too," I wrote back.
He sent through a stream of pictures, 4 in total, showing off everything from his handsome stubbled face to his big thick uncut cock. Just looking at them, I was starting to get hard myself and told him so.
"Mmm, I love that I'm making you hard," he stated, "Go on, take a pic of your cock right now for me."
Of course, I was going to do what this Daddy told me to and I quickly snapped a photo that showed how hard my cock was in my shorts and sent it to him.
"No, you know that's not what I meant, boy."
Oh fuck. Him referring to me as 'boy' was so ridiculously hot that it made my cock start to involuntarily leak precum. I needed to impress this man; I was getting really desperate to play with him. Looking around, I made sure that there was no-one about (quite easy when it's this dead), pulled down my shorts and took of photo of me gripping my cock.
"Here you go Daddy. I hope you like it." I figured he'd like being called that given how he'd addressed me. "Oh fuck," he replied quickly, "I know where you are!"
A moment of panic flooded through me but then I realised that I was being ridiculous. It wouldn't matter if he knew; the whole point of talking to him was to meet up and finally get some action after going without for a couple of days. His next message was really interesting though: "It's my gallery!"
We spoke for a bit and it turned out that the 'Daddy' I was speaking to was actually one of the managers of the gallery. While I'd been upstairs just dawdling through the place, he was downstairs in his office, horny and hard as fuck. Sat on one of the benches in the middle of an exhibit, I carried on messaging him when, suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Jumping up, I spun around to see the 'Daddy' standing there in front of me.
"Hey," he said, in a low and gravelly voice, "You're even sexier in person." Me? This fucking stud of a man thought I was sexy? I blushed as I replied: "Thanks, you're really fit!" "Glad you think so." As he said that, he put his hand on my back and pulled me towards him. I fell into his body and could feel the strong muscles holding me up. He tilted my head back and, within seconds, his lips were on my own.
He kissed with a far greater intensity than any of the other boys I've been with so far have shown. His stubble was rough against my skin but his lips were soft. One of his hands stayed on the small of my back, pulling me towards him while the other ran through the back of my hair and held the back of my head. I couldn't help it: I was moaning and groaning the entire time that we were kissing. This was especially true when he pushed his tongue against my lips, through them and into my mouth and play with my own. This 'Daddy' was aggressive but not forceful - just the perfect amount for me.
"Wow," was all I could say when he finally let me pull away. "No, you're wow. I want you so badly." He stared at me with his smouldering eyes. "Really?" "Oh yes," he smiled, "I need to have you. Right now."
He gave a quick look around and then pulled me back into him. This time, as he kissed me, the hand from my back started to roam lower. He pushed underneath my shorts and boxers and I could feel his fingers on my bum. At first, he didn't do anything other than cup one of my cheeks and squeeze it a little but, probably encouraged by my moans, he soon went after what he wanted.
He shifted his hand to the middle of my bum and, this time as he slid down, his middle finger started to work into my crack. I cannot adequately explain to you the sensation that I felt as his finger slid over my tight virgin hole for the very first time. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my body and they only grew more intense as he started to play with my twink hole. He didn't push inside at all but just circled it, occasionally running his finger over it in short fast bursts.
I was rock hard and I mean like literal rock! I'd never been so hard in my life and I knew he must be able to feel it pressing against his leg. His tongue was mimicking his finger and swirling around my mouth, teasing my own. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this; he was an expert in making little twinks like me feeling amazing. Fortunately, he pulled away from me just before it got too much.
His tone was commanding and confident, "Turn around." There was no question; I was expected simply to obey. Of course, I did and turned away from his sexy man.
He wasted no time. Quickly yanking down my shorts, exposing me in the middle of the gallery, he got down on his knees behind me. I expected him to continue to use his fingers on me but that he just wanted to see what he was doing. Imagine my surprise as I felt his warm breath against my teen boy hole. I shuddered and moaned out loudly as his lips met my bum and his tongue flicked over my little pucker. I'd seen rimming before in porn but had no idea how good it could make you feel. The way his tongue danced over the outside of my bum and teased me was nothing short of fantastic. But he still wasn't satisfied.
My groans filled this area of the gallery as his tongue pushed inside me. Never had I felt anything even comparable to this level of pleasure. I was literally shaking and panting. Unfortunately, the sensation was so powerful that my legs turned to jelly and I literally collapsed onto the floor. He was good about it and certainly took it as a compliment. We repositioned with me bent over the bench I had previously been sat on. His tongue didn't return to my hole but his finger sure did. This time, he pushed straight in - the saliva from his tongue acting as lube. I bent over and rested on top of my back as he started to push his finger all the way inside me.
"You love this don't you, boy?" he growled into my ear as he explored my virgin bum. "Oh yes!" I moaned, "I love it... I love it Daddy." Hearing that spurred him on further and he started to fuck his finger in and out of me, getting quicker and quicker. He didn't even miss a beat as he started to push a second one into me. This started to hurt slightly but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.
"Oh fuck Daddy. That feels so good." "It's going to feel even better when it's my cock," he started to nibble on my ear as he whispered into it, "I'm going to fuck you right here in the middle of the gallery."
The idea of being fucked, not only for the first time but in a public place and by a hot 'Daddy', was so unbelievably sexy! And I'm certain that it would have felt absolutely amazing! Unfortunately, right at that moment, the voice of my Art teacher could be heard echoing up the corridor.
"Callum..." she cried out, "Are you here?" We both bolted upright. I completely froze and, if it hadn't been for the very quick thinking and actions of him, my teacher would have caught me semi-naked in the gallery with my cock leaking precum over the bench. He managed to pull up my shorts and started telling me about the art in the area as my teacher came around the corner.
"You see," he said, "this particular piece is interesting because..." "Callum, there you are!" my teacher called out, interrupting the 'Daddy' mid-sentence, "I've been looking for you. We're going to go and check out the other exhibit in the town hall."
As she practically dragged me away from the man who, moments ago, had been promising to fuck me, I couldn't help but look back at him with lust-filled eyes. As I did, he took hold of his rock-hard cock through his black trousers and mouthed the word 'soon' at me. My hole throbbed one last time as he did.
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