Role Play - Alison Hendricks Page 0,12

who had a soft stomach and love handles, with adorable, dark fuzz denoting his happy trail.

I could imagine rubbing my face in that soft fur, getting it wet with my tongue, then gripping that little bit of extra flesh as I pounded into him. Just looking at his picture, my dick started to get hard. I tapped on his profile warily, expecting him to be some fucking neo-Nazi, with my luck.

DorianGay: Teach me what you like and make me yours for a night.

God damn. Something about that line really did it for me. I felt my cock throb in my slacks, and I glanced toward the stairs, seeing David's still-closed door at the top. Deciding it was best not to chance it, I took my beer up to my own room and lounged out on my bed, undoing my fly and squeezing my cock through my boxer briefs.

One pic and a profile tagline and I was already horny as fuck. It'd been way too long since I'd been laid.

Tapping to message him, I sent a one-handed text, as all seasoned Grindr veterans have done at one point or another.

HelpingHands: Hey. I like your pic. Cute belly.

There was a delay before I saw those three dots animate for what seemed like an eternity.

DorianGay: Thanks. I like yours, too. Wouldn't mind running my tongue over those abs.

Yeah, I was part of the problem. Just another guy who posted a pic of his shirtless torso. In my experience, it got the most options. I could be choosier when I talked to them. And I wasn't about to put my face on this hell app. My job could be on the line.

HelpingHands: Your profile says I should teach you what I like. You wanna know?

DorianGay: Absolutely.

No reason for pretense. We were both here for the same reason, after all.

HelpingHands: I’d like to have my hand on your stomach while your dick's in my mouth. You cut or uncut?

DorianGay: Uncut. You?

HelpingHands: Cut. That a problem for you?

DorianGay: Not at all. But if you don't believe me, you can always show me.

For some reason, I was a bit disappointed he was already asking for dick pics. Most of my conversations on Grindr started with dick pics, and it wasn't like we weren't interested in the same thing. I wasn't looking to build a life with the guy, I just wanted to fuck him.

Still, I'd hoped there might be a little more buildup. That didn't stop me from pulling my cock out, stroking it until it was rock hard, and snapping a pic.

I sent it to him and waited. There was nothing for a long time, until finally I saw those three dots again.

DorianGay: Love to feel that big dick hitting the back of my throat while you fuck my mouth.

I reached for the lube in my nightstand and slicked myself up, stroking more firmly. Precum was already leaking from my slit, mixing with the lube as my hand moved up and down my shaft.

HelpingHands: Would love to see your eyes looking up at me as you take my cock. But I'd love getting my hands on those love handles and pounding you into the mattress even more.

I reached down to fondle my balls, squeezing roughly. Leaning back, I even played with my hole, inserting one lubed finger, sliding it in and out until he responded.

DorianGay: God, I bet you'd fill me up so good.

HelpingHands: Show me what I'll be looking at when I'm behind you, getting ready to stretch your ass open with my fingers.

He'd asked for a pic. Why shouldn't I? Plus, I really wanted a visual to go with the thoughts I was having, because holy fuck did I want this guy.

He sent a pic not long after, and it was everything I could've hoped for. A round, plump ass, just a little fuzz around the puckered hole, one of his cheeks spread for me to see. I caught sight of his sac, too, hanging low between his hairy legs. Biting down on a groan, I stroked myself ever faster.

Now, not only was I imagining railing this beautiful man until he begged for mercy, but also moving between tonguing his hole and sucking his balls, or even feeling those balls slap against my ass as he fucked me.

It was the last thought that made me come. My cock pulsed as I shot my load, splats of cum landing on my clothed stomach. I'd stupidly forgotten to strip out of my shirt first, so that