Grindr Hookup in the Middle of Nowhere

[jd13]

Sometimes, things just align perfectly for a quick fuck-and-go Grindr hookup. This one didn’t happen in the big city, but a small Yorkshire town (just bigger than a village tbh) at the edge of the wilds. My partner had spent the day walking the moorlands with a gay men’s walking group – I didn’t really want to join this particular walk, but I said I’d turn up and meet them all for a drink afterwards.

I turn up at 3pm as advised, but it turns up they’re all still up on the moors, a bit delayed. Not much doing here, but I find I’ve got an hour (or perhaps more) of time to kill. I jump onto Grindr on the outside chance there might be someone, but honestly if there’s three gay guys within a couple of miles I’ll be amazed.

I get chatting to a regular fuck bud back in Leeds who sees me online and wonders if I’m free to go cruising with him. We keep promising to go to the motorway truck stop together on a Saturday night, but it hasn’t happened yet. Hope to tell that story in the future, once I’ve got my fair share of raw trucker cock. Anyway, I digress…

Halfway through this conversation, a message comes through: “Looking for fun now?” Face pic. Body pic. Cock pic. Cock pic. All of which I’m into. I check his profile, says vers, another body pics no mention of bareback in his text or hashtags but I’m gonna ask. Also 400m away.

At this point, a text from my husband. We’re coming off the moors. Be there in about 30mins. Ok, I gotta figure this out fast.

My reply: “Yeah I am, but short on time. Up for a quick raw fuck and go?”

He shoots back quickly yes and sends location. I can be there in like 10minutes. I’m going for it.

Quick text back to my husband that I might be delayed meeting them all because Grindr. He sends back a rolling-eyes-emoji and says don’t be long. Ha ha I love my life!

Ten minutes later, I’m there, and he’s actually waiting by the roadside, because his flat is a bit hard to find from the road. Down some steps, around the garden, past a wall, through patio doors, curtains closed, and straight away I strip. He throws his shoes off, chucks his socks on the bed, pulls his trackies down, and he’s got his cock out.

Hot guy, late 20s early 30s I’d say. Southeast Asian heritage, like Malaysian or Indonesian origin maybe, but Yorkshire accent. Long hair in a man bun. Lean-ish to slim. And determined to get off.

Soon as I’ve stripped, he pushes me to my knees and I’ve got a mouthful of cock. I normally like to work myself up to a deep throat, but he’s clearly taken my “short on time” seriously. Hands on back of head straight into throat fuck. I like his style. He fucks my skull for a couple of minutes and then: “Get on the bed, face down ass up.”

No messing around. He’s not exactly dominating, but of course I do as I’m told. Face down ass up. And my face just happens to fall into his socks. While he’s lubing me up, I bury my face into them, savouring the smell of his feet. It gets me hard.

He slides right in me, and again: no messing around. He goes straight from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds, a proper piston fuck. He just wants to get off. Luckily his cock is not massive or this would hurt, not that I would care: instead it feels good. He’s using my body to masturbate with, and that’s the whole fucking point, isn’t it?

I dive into the manscent of his socks while making muffled encouraging noises, as he rises to a crescendo, then suddenly stops, pulls out, slips a couple of fingers into me for a minute, before slamming his cock back in and fucking hard. Guess he just wanted to enjoy that hole a bit longer.

Well, sure enough, we hit the crescendo again, and I think he’s gonna cum, when he abruptly pulls out and shoves a couple of fingers in again. This time, he finds my prostate and my p-spot dead on, and pinches. I howl. A burst of both pleasure and pain simultaneously. He plays like this for a minute more – I can’t resist but to lift my head from his sweaty socks and moan cos it feels wild.

And then: in slams the cock again, and I wonder if this is how we’re gonna go – fuck and fingering, fuck and fingering etc – but this time the crescendo is unmistakeable, and I feel a hot gush inside me. Maybe that fingering made me more sensitive inside to feel it, I don’t know, but it is brilliant. He grips my hips as he unloads into me. We both howl as he shudders behind me, almost as if his legs are about to buckle.

My cumdump fag circuits come online and I reach round to grab his ass, and pull him into me, so that he doesn’t pull out right away. “Stay inside me” and he does. My face ‘accidentally’ finds his socks again, and I bury myself in them as he pulls out.

And then we’re done. He pulls up his trackies, walks into his on-suite bathroom without a word to wash his cock as I get dressed. He returns once I’m dressed, smiles – and I say thanks, because that’s the right thing for the bottom to do – pulls back the curtains, and guides me with hardly a word back to the road, waves, turns and is gone.

The whole thing has been 15 minutes max. Probably take you longer to read this than the time we took to fuck and load my ass up!

I hit Grindr, message him thanks again, and start to walk to meet my husband’s walking group. Which is when the jizzjoy really hits. It’s been rising since he pulled out, but I am walking along this edge-of-village/town road with all the houses in the warm spring sunshine, and I just pull off my shirt.

Walk the street shirtless like the proud cumdump faggot that I am, grinning from ear to ear, running my hands up and down my activated body, erect nipples, even winking at a couple of passers by who must be thinking – who the fuck is this dirty city boy? Honey, that’s just how the jizzjoy hits me.

It’s in this somewhat cumdrunk state that I arrive to meet the group at a coffee shop. Throw my shirt back on in a half-worn disarrayed state, and meet everyone, in a kind of blur. Don’t remember any names. Husband looks at me sidelong, and rolls his eyes, as if to say “What are you like?”

I just smile, as if to say “Like this. You know that.” I sit there, my ass thrumming with a stranger’s load, satisfied. That was a perfect hookup, and in quite an unexpected place.

[theplayerking]

3 hours ago, jd13 said:

Sometimes, things just align perfectly for a quick fuck-and-go Grindr hookup. This one didn’t happen in the big city, but a small Yorkshire town (just bigger than a village tbh) at the edge of the wilds. My partner had spent the day walking the moorlands with a gay men’s walking group – I didn’t really want to join this particular walk, but I said I’d turn up and meet them all for a drink afterwards.

I turn up at 3pm as advised, but it turns up they’re all still up on the moors, a bit delayed. Not much doing here, but I find I’ve got an hour (or perhaps more) of time to kill. I jump onto Grindr on the outside chance there might be someone, but honestly if there’s three gay guys within a couple of miles I’ll be amazed.

I get chatting to a regular fuck bud back in Leeds who sees me online and wonders if I’m free to go cruising with him. We keep promising to go to the motorway truck stop together on a Saturday night, but it hasn’t happened yet. Hope to tell that story in the future, once I’ve got my fair share of raw trucker cock. Anyway, I digress…

Halfway through this conversation, a message comes through: “Looking for fun now?” Face pic. Body pic. Cock pic. Cock pic. All of which I’m into. I check his profile, says vers, another body pics no mention of bareback in his text or hashtags but I’m gonna ask. Also 400m away.

At this point, a text from my husband. We’re coming off the moors. Be there in about 30mins. Ok, I gotta figure this out fast.

My reply: “Yeah I am, but short on time. Up for a quick raw fuck and go?”

He shoots back quickly yes and sends location. I can be there in like 10minutes. I’m going for it.

Quick text back to my husband that I might be delayed meeting them all because Grindr. He sends back a rolling-eyes-emoji and says don’t be long. Ha ha I love my life!

Ten minutes later, I’m there, and he’s actually waiting by the roadside, because his flat is a bit hard to find from the road. Down some steps, around the garden, past a wall, through patio doors, curtains closed, and straight away I strip. He throws his shoes off, chucks his socks on the bed, pulls his trackies down, and he’s got his cock out.

Hot guy, late 20s early 30s I’d say. Southeast Asian heritage, like Malaysian or Indonesian origin maybe, but Yorkshire accent. Long hair in a man bun. Lean-ish to slim. And determined to get off.

Soon as I’ve stripped, he pushes me to my knees and I’ve got a mouthful of cock. I normally like to work myself up to a deep throat, but he’s clearly taken my “short on time” seriously. Hands on back of head straight into throat fuck. I like his style. He fucks my skull for a couple of minutes and then: “Get on the bed, face down ass up.”

No messing around. He’s not exactly dominating, but of course I do as I’m told. Face down ass up. And my face just happens to fall into his socks. While he’s lubing me up, I bury my face into them, savouring the smell of his feet. It gets me hard.

He slides right in me, and again: no messing around. He goes straight from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds, a proper piston fuck. He just wants to get off. Luckily his cock is not massive or this would hurt, not that I would care: instead it feels good. He’s using my body to masturbate with, and that’s the whole fucking point, isn’t it?

I dive into the manscent of his socks while making muffled encouraging noises, as he rises to a crescendo, then suddenly stops, pulls out, slips a couple of fingers into me for a minute, before slamming his cock back in and fucking hard. Guess he just wanted to enjoy that hole a bit longer.

Well, sure enough, we hit the crescendo again, and I think he’s gonna cum, when he abruptly pulls out and shoves a couple of fingers in again. This time, he finds my prostate and my p-spot dead on, and pinches. I howl. A burst of both pleasure and pain simultaneously. He plays like this for a minute more – I can’t resist but to lift my head from his sweaty socks and moan cos it feels wild.

And then: in slams the cock again, and I wonder if this is how we’re gonna go – fuck and fingering, fuck and fingering etc – but this time the crescendo is unmistakeable, and I feel a hot gush inside me. Maybe that fingering made me more sensitive inside to feel it, I don’t know, but it is brilliant. He grips my hips as he unloads into me. We both howl as he shudders behind me, almost as if his legs are about to buckle.

My cumdump fag circuits come online and I reach round to grab his ass, and pull him into me, so that he doesn’t pull out right away. “Stay inside me” and he does. My face ‘accidentally’ finds his socks again, and I bury myself in them as he pulls out.

And then we’re done. He pulls up his trackies, walks into his on-suite bathroom without a word to wash his cock as I get dressed. He returns once I’m dressed, smiles – and I say thanks, because that’s the right thing for the bottom to do – pulls back the curtains, and guides me with hardly a word back to the road, waves, turns and is gone.

The whole thing has been 15 minutes max. Probably take you longer to read this than the time we took to fuck and load my ass up!

I hit Grindr, message him thanks again, and start to walk to meet my husband’s walking group. Which is when the jizzjoy really hits. It’s been rising since he pulled out, but I am walking along this edge-of-village/town road with all the houses in the warm spring sunshine, and I just pull off my shirt.

Walk the street shirtless like the proud cumdump faggot that I am, grinning from ear to ear, running my hands up and down my activated body, erect nipples, even winking at a couple of passers by who must be thinking – who the fuck is this dirty city boy? Honey, that’s just how the jizzjoy hits me.

It’s in this somewhat cumdrunk state that I arrive to meet the group at a coffee shop. Throw my shirt back on in a half-worn disarrayed state, and meet everyone, in a kind of blur. Don’t remember any names. Husband looks at me sidelong, and rolls his eyes, as if to say “What are you like?”

I just smile, as if to say “Like this. You know that.” I sit there, my ass thrumming with a stranger’s load, satisfied. That was a perfect hookup, and in quite an unexpected place.

You’re lucky to have such an accommodating husband. Does he hookup too? Would have been hot to get the whole walking group to mount you. 

[Tanbbottom]

3 hours ago, jd13 said:

Sometimes, things just align perfectly for a quick fuck-and-go Grindr hookup. This one didn’t happen in the big city, but a small Yorkshire town (just bigger than a village tbh) at the edge of the wilds. My partner had spent the day walking the moorlands with a gay men’s walking group – I didn’t really want to join this particular walk, but I said I’d turn up and meet them all for a drink afterwards.

I turn up at 3pm as advised, but it turns up they’re all still up on the moors, a bit delayed. Not much doing here, but I find I’ve got an hour (or perhaps more) of time to kill. I jump onto Grindr on the outside chance there might be someone, but honestly if there’s three gay guys within a couple of miles I’ll be amazed.

I get chatting to a regular fuck bud back in Leeds who sees me online and wonders if I’m free to go cruising with him. We keep promising to go to the motorway truck stop together on a Saturday night, but it hasn’t happened yet. Hope to tell that story in the future, once I’ve got my fair share of raw trucker cock. Anyway, I digress…

Halfway through this conversation, a message comes through: “Looking for fun now?” Face pic. Body pic. Cock pic. Cock pic. All of which I’m into. I check his profile, says vers, another body pics no mention of bareback in his text or hashtags but I’m gonna ask. Also 400m away.

At this point, a text from my husband. We’re coming off the moors. Be there in about 30mins. Ok, I gotta figure this out fast.

My reply: “Yeah I am, but short on time. Up for a quick raw fuck and go?”

He shoots back quickly yes and sends location. I can be there in like 10minutes. I’m going for it.

Quick text back to my husband that I might be delayed meeting them all because Grindr. He sends back a rolling-eyes-emoji and says don’t be long. Ha ha I love my life!

Ten minutes later, I’m there, and he’s actually waiting by the roadside, because his flat is a bit hard to find from the road. Down some steps, around the garden, past a wall, through patio doors, curtains closed, and straight away I strip. He throws his shoes off, chucks his socks on the bed, pulls his trackies down, and he’s got his cock out.

Hot guy, late 20s early 30s I’d say. Southeast Asian heritage, like Malaysian or Indonesian origin maybe, but Yorkshire accent. Long hair in a man bun. Lean-ish to slim. And determined to get off.

Soon as I’ve stripped, he pushes me to my knees and I’ve got a mouthful of cock. I normally like to work myself up to a deep throat, but he’s clearly taken my “short on time” seriously. Hands on back of head straight into throat fuck. I like his style. He fucks my skull for a couple of minutes and then: “Get on the bed, face down ass up.”

No messing around. He’s not exactly dominating, but of course I do as I’m told. Face down ass up. And my face just happens to fall into his socks. While he’s lubing me up, I bury my face into them, savouring the smell of his feet. It gets me hard.

He slides right in me, and again: no messing around. He goes straight from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds, a proper piston fuck. He just wants to get off. Luckily his cock is not massive or this would hurt, not that I would care: instead it feels good. He’s using my body to masturbate with, and that’s the whole fucking point, isn’t it?

I dive into the manscent of his socks while making muffled encouraging noises, as he rises to a crescendo, then suddenly stops, pulls out, slips a couple of fingers into me for a minute, before slamming his cock back in and fucking hard. Guess he just wanted to enjoy that hole a bit longer.

Well, sure enough, we hit the crescendo again, and I think he’s gonna cum, when he abruptly pulls out and shoves a couple of fingers in again. This time, he finds my prostate and my p-spot dead on, and pinches. I howl. A burst of both pleasure and pain simultaneously. He plays like this for a minute more – I can’t resist but to lift my head from his sweaty socks and moan cos it feels wild.

And then: in slams the cock again, and I wonder if this is how we’re gonna go – fuck and fingering, fuck and fingering etc – but this time the crescendo is unmistakeable, and I feel a hot gush inside me. Maybe that fingering made me more sensitive inside to feel it, I don’t know, but it is brilliant. He grips my hips as he unloads into me. We both howl as he shudders behind me, almost as if his legs are about to buckle.

My cumdump fag circuits come online and I reach round to grab his ass, and pull him into me, so that he doesn’t pull out right away. “Stay inside me” and he does. My face ‘accidentally’ finds his socks again, and I bury myself in them as he pulls out.

And then we’re done. He pulls up his trackies, walks into his on-suite bathroom without a word to wash his cock as I get dressed. He returns once I’m dressed, smiles – and I say thanks, because that’s the right thing for the bottom to do – pulls back the curtains, and guides me with hardly a word back to the road, waves, turns and is gone.

The whole thing has been 15 minutes max. Probably take you longer to read this than the time we took to fuck and load my ass up!

I hit Grindr, message him thanks again, and start to walk to meet my husband’s walking group. Which is when the jizzjoy really hits. It’s been rising since he pulled out, but I am walking along this edge-of-village/town road with all the houses in the warm spring sunshine, and I just pull off my shirt.

Walk the street shirtless like the proud cumdump faggot that I am, grinning from ear to ear, running my hands up and down my activated body, erect nipples, even winking at a couple of passers by who must be thinking – who the fuck is this dirty city boy? Honey, that’s just how the jizzjoy hits me.

It’s in this somewhat cumdrunk state that I arrive to meet the group at a coffee shop. Throw my shirt back on in a half-worn disarrayed state, and meet everyone, in a kind of blur. Don’t remember any names. Husband looks at me sidelong, and rolls his eyes, as if to say “What are you like?”

I just smile, as if to say “Like this. You know that.” I sit there, my ass thrumming with a stranger’s load, satisfied. That was a perfect hookup, and in quite an unexpected place.

My asses kind of pump and dump 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

[cockfun69]

NOT the Only Gay In The Village 😄 

[jd13]

11 hours ago, theplayerking said:

You’re lucky to have such an accommodating husband. Does he hookup too? Would have been hot to get the whole walking group to mount you. 

I am very lucky. He's actually on the asexual side of things, but he understands my ADHD/hypersex libido. Apart from this, we have so much in common, but yes we long ago accepted that my sex drive needs to find its many outlets elsewhere.

Ha, surprisingly for a walking group of gay men, it's all very wholesome. Well, the weekends away are less so, but yeah it's more about the being social.

But of course, me being me, I'd be up for a group 'mounting' if it was ever to arise! 😉 

[plisken]

great - just following the primal lust for raw sex