I only downloaded the app out of curiosity. Honestly! I never planned to actually use it. It was just fuel for fantasy during horny jerk off sessions. Checking out the pictures of the guys in my area who were on the app, looking for hook ups, fantasizing about meeting up with them, it all got me off.
I'm in a relationship, have been for five years now. Brad is everything I wanted in a guy. Cute, sweet, total bottom who loves my big dick. Yeah, the sex has become a bit routine, but that's what jerk off fantasies are for, right? I'd never cheat, that wasn't me. It was just fun to pretend I might. I didn't even put any pictures on my profile. I didn't actually want anyone to contact me.
That Friday had been hell at work. All I wanted was to get back to my apartment, have a drink, and plow my boyfriend's ass. When I walked through the door, I knew that there would be no joy for me that night, however. Brad was dressed up for clubbing. I'd completely forgotten that he was going out with his two best friends, one of whom had just been dumped.
I kissed Brad goodbye and told him to have fun. We had complete trust between us, I didn't worry about these occasional nights with his boys. They'd get plastered and flirt with guys and dance the night away and then all crash at our place or one of the other guys' apartments. I'd been invited along, but it really wasn't my scene.
After Brad left, I took a shower to wash away the work week. Dropping my towel afterward and looking at myself in the full length mirror next to our bed, I appreciated the view. I made sure to hit the gym a couple times a week to keep in shape, and the fact that I was 26 and had good genes helped, too. I wasn't a gym bunny, but I had nice pecs and abs, my ass was firm and round. My dick was the real prize, seven and a half thick inches.
Looking at myself naked just increased the horniness that had been building up all day. I'd really been looking forward to bending Brad over and shoving my dick inside him. Normally, we had 'nice' sex, screwing slow and lovingly in bed. Brad liked me to fuck him from behind, my arms wrapped around him, while we lay in bed and both stared at ourselves in the mirror. It was sweet. Sometimes, he'd straddle me and bounce on my cock, that was a nice change, to just lay back and look up at him doing all the work.Other times, we'd just 69 or jerk each other. It was all good, really. Nothing to complain about.
Every once in a while, though, one of us would get into a mood and then the sex would be more like what it was in the beginning, when we met in college: rough and dirty. Those times were the best. I was in just that sort of mood tonight, too.
I grabbed my laptop and began to search various porn outlets while slowly stroking myself on the bed. Nothing quite grabbed me the right way, though, so after about half an hour I tossed the laptop aside and grabbed my phone. I opened up the app and began to look at those near me who were looking for sex. There were quite a few and some really hot pictures and profiles. I started to stroke in earnest, imagining taking that step and cheating on Brad with some random guy.
I don't know what made me do it, exactly. I guess I just felt like it would be fun to take the fantasy one step further and talk with some of the guys. My blank profile would never lead to that, though, so I jumped up and took a few photos. No face, of course, just a shot of my torso in the mirror, an ass shot, and one of my rock hard cock. I uploaded them to my profile quickly, before I could change my mind.
It worked. I started getting messages almost immediately from guys in my area, complementing me on my pics and asking what I was into. My dick was throbbing like crazy as I chatted and imagined myself letting things go all the way.
Time passed and I was on the verge of shooting my load, talking to a hot guy who wanted to come to my place and fuck my ass (something that I didn't get with Brad, but wasn't usually into anyway), when I got a message from a profile that had just come online. The message was simple: "Hey. I love your big cock." I smiled and glanced at the profile. There were no face pics, but several ass shots and one shadowy torso shot. Very nice body, but no cock pics, I noticed. His profile described him as a 'slutty college freshman looking to get fucked in my dorm room'.
His distance from me meant he had to go to State, which was where I'd gone myself until I'd graduated four years earlier. My kid brother Noah was a freshman there now. Maybe that's what made me stop talking to the 30 something guy who wanted to come over and pound my ass, and turn my attention to this college student. It was kind of hot, in a way, thinking that he might be in classes with my kid bro. It added to the fantasy.
"Hey. Thanks. That's a sweet ass."
"It's so hungry, it really needs a cock like yours right now."
"You want to take this cock in your dorm room?"
"Yes, sir. I really do."
Sir. That was hot. I was definitely in the mood for dirty talk. "What about your roommate? He gonna watch while you whore yourself out, slut?"
"I have a private room, sir. Please come and fuck my slutty hole. I'm ready and waiting."
Damn. This was really hot. I knew I wouldn't actually do it, but I was getting off on picturing myself shoving my rock hard dick in a pair of sweat pants, driving the fifteen minutes to the campus and slipping into this kid's room and then his ass.
"Really? Just laying their waiting for my dick, huh?"
"Yes sir. I want it to be anonymous. I want to leave my room unlocked and just have you show up and pound my hole. No names, no faces. You cum and go."
Fuck! That sounded so hot. My dick was aching at the thought. "You do this a lot, slut?"
"As much as I can, sir. I can't get enough cock."
"What dorm?"
"Avery."
Fuck, that's the dorm Noah is in! The thought of fucking some freshman in the dorm while Noah was right there in the building somewhere, that added an extra kink.
My kid brother was eight years younger than me, so we hadn't really grown up together in a real sense. I hadn't given him too much thought as anything other than a little kid until Brad and I attended his graduation party last June. I'd noticed at the party how hot some of his buddies were, but in the car going back to our apartment afterward it was Brad who mentioned that Noah himself was very easy on the eyes.
I checked out his Instagram later and realized that my boyfriend was right. Noah had a nice tight muscular body and a cute face. No surprise, really, since we do have the same genes. He'd done a surfing trip over Spring Break a few months before with some buddies and there were a couple of shots of him in a wet suit that really highlighted his bubble butt. My kid bro was all grown up. I only hoped whatever girl was getting all that appreciated it and treated him right. Meanwhile, I added some of his buddies Instagram profiles to my favorites for future jerk off material.
"Avery, huh? What room?" This fantasy was going to make me bust my nut. I had no idea what room Noah was in exactly, but I knew he was on the sixth floor. I was hoping the guy would reply that he was on that floor, too. Imagine fucking him while Noah might be right on the other side of the wall, hearing the sound of his hall mate getting pounded and never dreaming it was his gay older brother providing the service!
"425. Right by the fire exit stairs. I will tape the lock on the stairway door, you can just come right up and slip into my room. Please hurry."
Following this message came a picture of this kid's delicious looking ass spread wide, showing off his tight pink hole, and then another of it up in the air as he lay face down on the bed, waiting.
Shit, that was so hot. He was on the fourth floor, so that killed the kinky Noah listening in part of the fantasy, but was much safer if I really did show up, since I wouldn't want to run into my brother while cheating on my boyfriend.
Wait, was I really thinking about going? I took my hand off my dick. I couldn't cheat. But... this was such a hot fantasy, this college freshman waiting for me in his dorm room, ass in the air, no names, no faces. No possible way for Brad to ever know.
I'm not a cheater, but I'm so horny. It's been such a shitty week and I really needed some good, hot fucking tonight. If I just did it once... Brad couldn't possibly be hurt by it since he'd never know and the guy would never even be able to identify me... it was almost like a free pass, in a way. I really needed this tonight.
Maybe I could just go, see if this was even real. The guy could be lying, after all. I mean, I never really intended to go through with the hook up. Maybe he didn't, either. It could just be a fantasy for him, too.
"On my way. Have that hole ready for me."
I stared at the message I just sent. Fuck. I wasn't really going to do this, was I?
"It's ready, sir, all lubed up and waiting."
I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants and grabbed my keys.
The drive was a blur, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing the whole way. I can't really do this. It's just a fantasy. I can't, I need to turn around. That was my head speaking. My dick, on the other hand, was leading the way in more ways than one as I parked in visitor parking at Avery and made my way to the side of the building, where the fire exit stairs were.
I hadn't lived in Avery, but all the dorms were fairly similar. There were fire doors at the end of the building that didn't lock, leading into an inner staircase with locked doors at the end of each hall. When I was a student in the dorms, we were always leaving them propped open for friends, and for general convenience since the exit was usually by the parking lot.The RAs would pitch a fit once in a while, but mostly they looked the other way.
I opened the door and started up the stairs. I could hear voices father up and a thought suddenly occurred to me: what if Noah was coming down from the sixth floor and saw me there? How could I explain it, especially the fact that my dick was rock hard and very obvious in the sweatpants I was wearing? What the hell was I doing?
Whoever it was must have been going up, not down. I heard a door close and then there was silence. I reached the fourth floor, my heart pounding. The door had a little window in it and I peeked inside. I could see several open doors along the hallway, but there was no one out in the hall itself.
Room 425 was right there, next to the fire door, as promised. I could be inside in a matter of seconds, cheating on Brad with some hot college slut. Or I could stop this madness and turn around and go home. I looked down at the app, which now showed me just a few feet away from the guy I'd been talking to. So, he was definitely in there and he probably could see how close I now was.
Fuck it! I tried the door and found that it opened right up, the lock having been taped down. Before I could change my mind I was inside and closing the door of room 425 behind me. Like the private rooms I remembered from my own dorm days, it was small. It was fairly dark in the room, the blinds tightly closed and the overhead light turned out. There was a small night light of sorts plugged into the wall which perfectly illuminated the lower half of the bed that was closest to the door.
In that patch of light was the ass I'd seen in the pictures. He was laying on his stomach, with his ass up in the air. When he heard me close the door, he let out a soft moan and wagged his ass slightly from side to side. I moved forward and slapped one of his ass cheeks lightly. The sound was loud in the small room and was immediately followed by his moan of pleasure.
I dropped my sweatpants and smacked my rock hard dick on his hole a couple of times. "Ohhh yeah..." he whimpered softly.
"You want it slut?" I asked in a low growl, making my voice a bit deeper than it usually is.
"I need it, please..." he was practically sobbing, I could hear the hunger in his voice.
I slipped a few fingers inside of him. He pushed back against them in a needy way and I discovered that he was just as well lubed as he'd claimed.
"Condom?" Shit. In my fiery haste to make this fantasy a reality, I'd forgotten to bring a condom. Brad and I had stopped using them together years ago.
"On the dresser. But you don't have to," he whispered. Fuuuckkk! This kid was a real slut. I was tempted. That ass looked so good, and I wasn't used to having to wear a condom any more.
Safety first, though. I grabbed the condom and made quick work of putting it on. I spit on my dick and lined it up with his lubed hole. Before I could even start to push inside, the slut pushed backwards, taking me in and groaning. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
It was tight and warm. I was fucking a stranger. I was cheating on my boyfriend. Fuck, this was so hot! "Yeah, you got it now, slut. This what you wanted?" I panted as I began pounding him.
"Yes sir, yes!" He was loud. My thoughts went again to my fantasy of Noah overhearing us. Somewhere, two floors up, my kid brother was going about his Friday night, clueless as to what his big brother was doing right under his nose.
Fantasy becoming reality, me becoming a cheater, and that hot, tight ass squeezing my cock, all made quick work of things. I pounded him for a good five minutes and then pulled my cock out, ripped off the condom, and painted my load all over his sweaty back with a groan.
"Thank you, sir," he moaned.
I pulled up the sweatpants bunched around my ankles, guilt flooding through me. "Yeah. Thanks," I muttered and quickly turned to the door.
"Hit me up if you see me on the app, I'd love to take that dick again," he whispered. I opened the door and darted quickly out the fire exit and down the stairs, each one of my echoing footsteps feeling like an accusation: Cheater! Cheater! Cheater! What the fuck did I do?
Getting back in my car, I pulled out my phone and deleted the app. Never again!
*** Earlier That Night
I was sitting on the top bunk, phone in hand, surfing my favorite app. My roommate, my best friend from high school, was sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk, playing some Madden on our PlayStation.
There were always more guys on the app on Friday nights, plenty to choose from. As usual, I paid closer attention to profiles that were just the right distance away, hoping that sooner or later, I'd find the guy I'd been hoping to see since I first downloaded the app in June.
I know it's wrong. My older brother, Nick, is a good guy. Ever since my graduation party in June, though, I've wanted one thing: to hook up with Nick's boyfriend, Brad. They've been together since I was 13, but I didn't see them all that often. They were busy with their lives, so I saw them on holidays and family occasions and that was usually it.
They always seemed happy together. They were one of those gay couples that looked oddly similar to each other, same build and height, same dark hair, even similar features, which always made me laugh. Like, were they hot for each other, or were they in love with their own reflection?
My brother had come out as gay when he was still in high school, which probably should have made it easier for me when I realized I liked guys, too, but somehow it didn't. Having this example of an out and proud older brother only made it that much harder when I wasn't as brave and didn't feel ready to let anyone know about who I was.
Nick and Brad had come to my graduation party and I spent more time talking with Brad than I ever had before. It almost felt like we'd flirted with each other the whole time. I could have swore that Brad was checking me out several times and for the first time, I noticed that Brad had a great body. The tight pants he was wearing had really shown off his assets, both front and back.
Thinking about it over the following days, I started to fantasize about hooking up with Brad somehow. I wondered if Brad and Nick played around on each other. How could I find out? Most guys looking to play around on the side had that app, didn't they? I downloaded it and searched for a profile for Brad. Nothing looked like him. I even took to studying Brad's Instagram, memorizing the background surroundings of pictures taken in their apartment so that I could compare them to profile pictures that didn't include faces.
Months had passed with no luck. I had to conclude that Brad and Nick either didn't play around on each other, or if they did, the found guys in clubs or something. It didn't stop me from fantasizing about Brad and wondering about the kind of sex he had with Nick. I think of myself as versatile, but most of the time I really want something up my ass. Which is probably good, since I'm not that well endowed. I wanted to cry the first time I saw how big the guys in gay porn were, compared to my five inches. I didn't even bother including pics of my dick on the app.
That day at the grad party, it had looked like Brad was packin' some heat in his pants. How often was my brother lucky enough to take it? I could only dream. Genetics being what they are, I figured Nick probably has a dick around the same size as mine, so I'm sure Brad must be more of the top in their relationship.
As I scrolled, a new profile popped up. I tapped it and my heart skipped a beat. There was no face pic, just a hot body shot, an ass pic, and a picture of a beautiful cock that made my mouth water. The distance was just right, and there, reflected in the mirror of the body shot, that picture on the wall. It was familiar.
I quickly opened up Brad's Instagram, which I had bookmarked. There was a shot from just a few weeks ago, I remembered, a selfie in front of a mirror, showing off a new outfit... there! I'd found it. Fuck, fuck, fuck! It was the same mirror and the same picture on the wall!
I went back to the app and took a screen shot of Brad's cock, ass, and body. I couldn't believe my luck, getting to see my brother's boyfriend like this. My heart was pounding rapidly. If only I could actually hook up with Brad! Even though Brad was on the app and looking, I doubted he'd hook up with his boyfriend's brother. It would be too risky. Plus, I wasn't ready for my brother to know I was gay, and if Brad realized I was on the app, he'd probably tell Nick.
My mind drifted to the videos I sometimes jerked off to, where guys waited for anonymous hook ups with their asses in the air, usually blindfolded. Pump and go, stuff like that. What if there was a way to hook up with Brad without Brad knowing it was me?
I glanced down at Zeke, my best friend and roommate. Zeke had no idea I was gay, no one did. He was camped out for the night on the PlayStation, so there was no way I could use our room, even if I felt comfortable with that, which I didn't. It was hopeless.
Wait! 425! The single room at the end of the fourth floor was vacant at the moment. I knew the guy who had lived there had dropped out just a few days earlier. The University Housing Department would fill it with someone soon enough, but no one was in it now.
Grabbing my phone, I jumped off the bed and headed out, taking the elevator and heading down two floors. I walked to the end of the hall and tried the door: open! The room held the standard college dorm furniture, but all personal items had been removed. Best of all, it was right by the fire exit door, for quick easy access.
I opened the app, my pulse racing. What if Brad had already found someone to hook up with? No, there he was, still available. I changed my profile message to 'slutty college freshman looking to get fucked in my dorm room.' This could work, if Brad was okay with anonymous sex in a room dark enough that he wouldn't be able to see it was his boyfriend's little brother he was pounding.
Holding my breath, I sent him a message. "Hey. I love your big cock."
Later, I watched the distance between us shrinking on the app. He was really coming. I was about to get fucked by my brother's hot boyfriend. My mouth had gone dry in anticipation by the time I saw that he was just a few feet away. This was it.
The door opened and I turned my head slightly, hoping to get a glimpse of Brad from the light of the hall. He closed the door too quickly, though, and his head was turned the other way as he closed it. He stepped forward and slapped my ass, making me moan. This was so hot, Nick was so lucky to have this guy.
The next thing I felt was that big, fat cock, the pole that was probably inside my brother earlier that day, slapping against my hole.
"Ohhh yeah..." I tried to keep my voice to a whisper, hoping Brad wouldn't recognize it.
"You want it slut?" Brad's voice was deeper than normal, it must be the way he sounded when he was filled with lust.
"I need it, please..." Hearing him call me a slut turned me on like crazy. Did he talk to my brother that way, too? He pushed his fingers into me and my dick nearly exploded.
"Condom?" Damn. I was hoping he wouldn't bother. I wanted to take him inside without one, feel what my brother must feel. I'm sure they didn't use protection, since they'd been together forever.
"On the dresser. But you don't have to," I added, hopeful.
I heard him opening it. Oh well. I guess it's good he's safe when he's playing around on Nick. I felt him place the head of that beautiful cock against my hole. I didn't want to wait another second, I pushed back and took it in.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" It was better than I'd ever dreamed.
"Yeah, you got it now, slut. This what you wanted?" He was pounding me just right, hitting my prostate again and again, I felt nearly out of my mind with the pleasure of it.
"Yes sir, yes!" I yelled. I couldn't help it. My mind was blown.
About three minutes into the fuck, I shot my load hands free all over the mattress beneath me. Brad pounded me for another two minutes or so before he suddenly pulled out. I heard him give the sexiest series of grunts and felt the hot cum landing all over my back.
"Thank you, sir," I moaned, feeling weak and full of bliss. He'd fucked me better than I'd ever been fucked before. I'd never wanted to trade places with my brother more in my life, if this was the way he got fucked every day.
"Yeah. Thanks," he was already turning to go. I raised my head and turned it slightly in the dark. I needed this to happen again. No way was Nick going to be the only one in the family taking that cock!
"Hit me up if you see me on the app, I'd love to take that dick again," I whispered. He didn't answer, but he opened the door. This time, the light from the hall hit his face just right.
Nick. Not Brad. Nick. My mind wasn't functioning, I couldn't process this. The door closed behind him and I abruptly sat up, feeling my brother's rapidly cooling cum running down my back.