Casual Encounters Pt. 2
Reunited (and it feels so good)
Grindr was one of the first apps I downloaded in 2016 after I got my first smartphone and four months after my partner of 20 years died the day before my 53 birthday.
I managed to work my way around Grindr in no time: putting up pics, getting used to the lingo, giving people my nickname, and figuring out who was cool and who wasn’t. About a month after I joined, I talked to a guy who seemed sexy and smart, we had major chemistry, and by that afternoon he drove over 78 miles to meet me. I will say the sex was great. Afterwards, while we cuddled, I noticed that he’d taken a strange interest in the scar on my left arm. In fact, he was fixated on it. After a moment he rubbed his finger on the scar, looked up at me, and said my real name.
Now, except for family and long gone friends, I hadn't used my real name in almost 15 years, and I’d been using a nickname on Grindr. Who was this guy? When I asked him his name, I was floored—it was my ex-boyfriend of thirty years, George. We laughed for a good ten minutes about how I got that scar thirty years ago, and caught up on the past three decades of each other’s lives. I couldn’t believe I was reunited with a friend when I needed one most. We still hangout, and on occasion, have the best sex ever as well.
One time my boyfriend got a message from this tatted Latin man named Vince telling him to come over. At the time, my boyfriend and I were running errands in my car, so my boyfriend told Vince he was with a “friend” and Vince told him the friend could come along and watch. Vince said he would be waiting fully naked with the door open, and he was not exaggerating. As we pulled up to the address Vince was standing in front of his house fully naked with his cock flopping around the highly visible street.
Vince greeted us at the door and my boyfriend instantly got on his knees and began blowing him. This prompted me to get on my knees and start sucking his balls. A few minutes into the double blowjob Vince told us another man would be joining in. The man ended up coming a few minutes later and turned out to be a high school sports coach, bearded and hairy, yum. He approached my boyfriend, who was on his knees, whipped out his hairy cock, and shoved it deep down my boyfriend’s throat.
As I gagged and choked on Vince’s fat sausage, my boyfriend and the coach both came at the same time—the coach inside my boyfriend’s throat and my boyfriend all over the floor. Meanwhile, Vince started moaning loudly and shaking, shoving his cock further down my throat until he released deep inside me. The coach pulled up his uniform shorts and headed back to school as me and my boyfriend got up, thanked Vince, and continued our ride around town.
Las Ramblas Rumble
The first man I ever met from Grindr gave me one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had. I was in Spain on vacation with my parents for two weeks exploring the country. One night while we were staying in Barcelona my parents went to bed early, and I was feeling restless, so I downloaded the app. I started talking to a man named Mateo—he was an art student from Madrid who was staying at his friend’s place in town while they were away. He invited me to come over and hang out.
I walked down Las Ramblas a few blocks until I found his flat. He came down and opened the door—I was taken by his moody eyes and an impish grin, and was immediately transfixed. His flat was antiquated and charming and looked out over the sprawling street. He poured us wine and we began to kiss mid-conversation. He asked if he could bathe me. I said yes. He poured a bath and undressed me, kissing and caressing every part of my body, taking my cock in his mouth and sticking his tongue deep inside my ass. Then he put me in the bath and used a bar of soap to lather my whole body, washing my pits, my cock, my chest.
After he was done washing me he got me out of the tub and dried me with a towel, then he whispered in my ear, “I want to be inside you.” He laid me on the bed and pushed my back down so my ass was sticking high into the air, then he stuck his tongue so deep inside me I let out a gasp. His tongue was so big it felt like a cock. He ate me out for a long time and then I felt his hard cock brushing against my leg...he was ready. He brought my ass down, entered me, and began whispering to me while he slowly worked up a rhythm of thrusts.
He pulled my hair back as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside of me. I was so close to cumming that I couldn’t even touch my dick. After pounding me for what felt like hours he pulled out and grabbed my hand—he took me to the balcony overlooking the street and leaned me against the railing. He entered me again and I emitted a soft cry out into the vacant city. He told me to scream his name while he fucked me. I started softly mewling, “Mateo!” out into the night air, but he wanted it louder, so he pulled my hair and told me to scream his name.
He was so deep inside of me and I was so close to cumming that I let out a guttural: “MATEO!” As I screamed his name in the early morning light we climaxed. Mateo then led me back into the bedroom and laid me on the bed—we fell asleep together and I crept out in the early morning.