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Grindrfella’s latest hookup- fucking an NYC jock

By Grindrfella

I figured this ‘bro’ wouldn’t pan out because he was M.O.G. (Missing-on-Grindr) for the day when we were supposed to meet prior. With that said, we were supposed to meet on Friday night, but Friday morning I was fucking a married man (open — I ain’t a homewrecker)… Twice (once when I walked in — showered — once when saying goodbye)…


Grindrfella’s latest hookup- fucking an NYC jock

It was mind-blowing and I will devote an entire entry to him later. Anyway, back to “Mr. Giggles” as I will call him. THE POINT: I wasn’t horned. I was dry/empty/satisfied, but since this is me, my life, (of course) Mr. Giggles was ringing my bell to meet up Friday evening.

At first, I suggested a rain-check, but once I got the crestfallen emoji, I realized he’s a ‘one strike or you’re never fucking me’ gay. He’s too beautiful with his crazy jock body. I knew that his bubble butt alone puts him a the higher league than myself, so I agreed to Happy Hour Drinks. Whoa whoa WHOA!!! Personality, bubbles and chatter. When he said ‘Happy Hour’, I didn’t realize he was going to be providing ALL the happy.

It was like a Red Robin commercial celebrating their Happy Birthday Extravangza!! — but somehow I was still intrigued. We order red sangria. Not two sips in and he’s begging me for my cock. He’s an excessively dirty talker with a voice that penetrates through walls. I’m sure the entire bar knew how badly he wanted my ‘load’ as he giggled… You all with me now on the nickname? Lots of giggles.

The purple haired bartender even gave me another drink for free with a bizarre ‘I’m confused here’ twinkle in her eye. SMASH CUT, we go back to his apartment he shares with his ex-boyfriend (?) for him to get some things a.k.a. clean out.

I’m worried about the potential overwhelming amount of N’SYNC posters as we open the door to his beautiful high rise studio apartment. He quickly turns on the TV and retreats to the bathroom after offering me some blow, Molly, weed, and alcohol. I pass. A whole episode of ‘Bones’ later, I take a hit or as he puts it “do some weed”. One hit (“uno” for my Spanish audience) and I’m stoned (stoned!).

I blink and we are in a cab with a singing driver. I can’t put my finger on the culture but this is like Beef N’ Boards Ohio Community Stages presents ‘Praise Halal’ and a taxi ride special… After a 21 block ‘performance’, I blink again and I’m in an apartment in Chelsea eating Mediterranean food and… He’s naked, grabbing his ankles and giving me the second performance of the night.

He’s really bubbly and proceeds to tell me about his (bizarre) ‘always positive’ personae as he screws poppers to his nostril… The first condom breaks on insertion. He insists is a ‘sign’ that we are suppose to bareback. He decided to give me an aggressively toothy blowjob (scrape scrape scrape). I have a high threshold for pain but on the third shaft scrap, I stop the madness.

I go for my backup condom (the dreaded regular NYC condom). This feels like I’ve wrapped my cock in plastic ziplock freezer bag, tied a tourniquet around the base and used a numbing agent for lube (I’ll actually remember that for next time I turn to the NYC condoms).

His hole is strangely puffy (I think from lifting so much?) but surprisingly super tight (I guess, his Asian boyfriend didn’t exactly stretch him out…) and all he did was beg me to breed him and giggle (I didn’t)… I was half expecting glitter to shoot out when he climaxed.

It wasn’t the hottest sex, but he smelled like heaven, had a great body and was easy to sleep next to (with my face buried in his pits — #heaven)… NEW REVELATION: I’m the topping little spoon, i.e. I want to fuck the shit out of you and then be held…preferably with my head resting on your beautifully worked out chest getting tiny kisses on my forehead.

Thank you, Mr. Giggles.

Grindrfella’s blog can be found here.

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