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Half Day Fun

Monday at work, I received a email from UPS notifying me a delivery attempt was made. When I arrived home Monday night, I had a notice on my door from UPS. They’d been there earlier in the day and attempted to deliver the leather chair I ordered. No one was home, but luckily the driver gave me his cellphone number so I could call him when I got home. I called him, and he delivered my chair around 7:30 at night. (I love my UPS man!)

I’d already informed work I’d be taking a half-day to accept the chair, so I kept those plans. It would allow me to take care of a few things after my emotional trip to LA.

Since I didn’t have to get up early Tuesday morning for work, I decided to reach out to a guy I’d been chatting with for quite some time on Grindr. I was very apprehensive because he was so young. He is 22 and is still in college. I told him straight up my hang-up with his age. That being said, I still agreed to meet him, but I explained it wasn’t an ideal situation.

When we first talked on Grindr, he was looking mainly for a hookup. He had an amazing body, but I was making an effort to calm down with the hookups. I told him I was looking for something more substantial. He was very interested in this response, but he already showed his cards. I knew he was there more for sex. We agreed to meet up for a drink sometime, and I went to bed.

Tuesday morning, I let my hormones get the better of me. I woke up horny as usual, and I found him on Grindr once again. I asked him if he wanted to come over. The conversation quickly morphed into sexual territory.

We both talked about a few fantasies, and I quickly learned he had an adventurous side. I was very turned on, so I told him to come over. He explained he needed to shower but would be up for coming over. I too showered in anticipation of his arrival.

While we talked about our fantasies, we discussed a little fun when he arrived. I told him how hot it would be if he undressed in the hallway before entering my apartment while I watched through the peek hole. He was more than enthusiastic about this and agreed.

When he arrived at my apartment, I buzzed him in. He came to the door and did exactly as we discussed. I was so incredibly turned on watching from the other side of the door. When he was left in his boxer briefs, he knocked. I let him in and led him to my room. We chatted very short bit before we started making out. He stripped me down to my boxers as well, and we embraced each other while we made out on the bed.

He had a great body — Plenty of muscles and lots of definition. He had the cutest smile as well! Warning: The following may be too graphic for some. This escalated, and the boxers ended up on the floor. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He was the best looking guy I’d been with in a long time. He was also one of the best kissers I’d been with since I can remember.

Before he came over, we chatted about positions. He told me he usually was a top, but he wanted to bottom for me. He told me he had little experience in the area, but wanted to try it out with me. As things escalated, I whispered in his ear my desires and asked him if I should get a condom and lube. He enthusiastically said yes.

I made sure to take things VERY slow. I was treating him as if he was a virgin — Not my first. It took a little time, but after a short bit, he was very much enjoying himself. I could see waves of goose bumps flowing over his body. It was incredibly sexy. I’d finally found a match for passion in the bedroom. He had the right mix of intimacy and sex, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

It became necessary to take a break so he could catch his breath. We talked while he relaxed, mixed in with some more passionate kissing. After some time, we made our way to the edge of the bed and tried a new position, which we both thoroughly enjoyed. It’d been a long time since I was with a man in which I felt our bodies become truly one.

When he had his fill and couldn’t take anymore, we laid next to each other and pleasured ourselves. For once, it didn’t take me too long before I finished. He made a comment about being impressed, but was unable to finish himself. I immediately pegged him as someone who had the same problem I did.

We laid there for some time cuddling. I took a lot of time to take in his smile. It lit up his entire face. He was very cute. He is of a Middle-Eastern decent, which I would never say is my type, but I was really attracted to him.

This guy was one of the few who would be a repeat offender. He too expressed his desire to see each other again as we both got dressed. I was still incredibly turned on watching him stand naked in my room while he put on his clothes. I wasn’t just attracted to him sexually. I could tell he was a special guy. I was attracted to him on an emotional level as well. I just worried about our compatibility. I’ve been out in the workforce for nearly six years now. He still hadn’t even graduated college. I’m not one to discriminate based on age, but I do discriminate on life stage. This would either be a guy who expanded my horizon, or proved my rationale — Only time would tell…

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Protein Shake

When it comes to men, I don’t have a type. The only real parameters I put on men are strong masculinity and that they take care of themselves. I’m very turned off my feminine, flamboyant men, and I lead a very active lifestyle, so I need a man who can keep up.

That being said, I message a lot of people on Grindr my friends would be shocked to find me with. One such man is a VERY muscular and looks like a total meathead. But, that was just my first impression. I try not to judge a book by its cover, so I attempted to investigate if there was more to this guy.

Surprisingly, he responded to my messages. He seemed like a really nice guy. We had a fair amount in common, and he didn’t live far from me. I learned he is an ex-marine who works in finance and travels quite a bit for work. He is very successful at his job as well. We exchanged pictures, and I found him very sexy. He is much bulkier than I am used to, but if he was okay with my body, I was certainly okay with his.

We attempted to find time to meet, but failed due to busy schedules. It just never quite seemed to work out. When he returned from a business trip, we finally picked a day to catch up. He proposed we meet at Energy Kitchen in Hoboken early Sunday afternoon (okay, so maybe he is a little bit of a meathead). This worked out well for me, so I gladly agreed. He was going to go for a bike ride and would start there for lunch, and it would be good motivation to get me out of the apartment earlier and get moving. I was going to head to the gym following our lunch.

I rode my motorcycle to meet him. We both arrived at the same time. He was a beast of a man, and somewhat intimidating. We went inside and ordered. We sat and started to chat about work, where we lived, what bars we went to, what we did for fun, etc.

Much to my surprise, this guy was a big ol’ softie. He loved gay clubs. This big marine dude went to some of the worst gay bars I’d heard of. I had a hard time picturing it all in my head.

We also talked about Grindr and a few of the guys we’ve spoken to on there. He talked about a few dates he’d gone on with guys from there. Ironically, I was chatting with one of them the night before. He saved me a lot of headaches by telling me the guy was incredibly sexy but completely fem and a total clinger. We continued comparing notes for a little, each getting a good laugh or chuckle here and there at the other’s expense.

When we finished eating, he was anxious to get out on his ride. He asked if I ride and encouraged me to do so as his biking buddy. I explained I didn’t have a road bike and had no desire to invest in one, but was always up for a good workout otherwise.

We said our goodbyes with a handshake, and he suggested we meet again soon. I didn’t think he was all that interested in me. We had good conversation, but I didn’t see strong chemistry/potential. However, he could certainly be a good friend.

Much to my surprise, after his bike ride, he sent me a text: “Hey stud. Was good to do lunch. 🙂 You got looks and personality. Are you on Facebook?”

I figured, what the hell. He seemed nice enough. Let’s keep him around and see what develops…

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