It was one of the hottest summers I remember, that of 2016. The thermometer was around 40 degrees, it was impossible to sleep with my face stuck to the pillow. Between the oppression of the heat and the disgust of having broken up with my boyfriend, I decided to escape for a weekend to Alicante, a city whose maritime atmosphere has always delighted me, so after picking up my sports car, I arrived at the hotel in a flash.

I must confess that, although the breakup was not recent, I felt quite guilty about starting to hang out with other guys, so I finally decided it was time to turn the page and open myself up to enjoying other adventures; willing to do so, I downloaded Grinder and started to see what was cooking in the area.

After uploading a quite suggestive photo, messages began to arrive. Humble as I am, I must say that I don't usually have problems picking up guys; I'm a 30-year-old guy, dark-haired, 1.82 m, 85 kg, some chest hair, 3-4 day beard, green eyes, and a body pretty worked out in the gym. I left the quiet life of the Canaries behind for love and ended up in convulsive Madrid with its omnipresent traffic jams.

I was returning from the beach, the second afternoon I was there, and I couldn't get over my amazement at seeing the large number of new messages; it's clear that "new meat" is always welcome. However, the joy, much to my regret, began to fade as I applied a minimum filter; as I discarded more profiles, my chances of going to bed with a hot guy increased until one profile without a photo caught my attention:

- Hello, bitch.

At that exact moment, my cock got hard as a rock when I saw, in a second message, the photo of a thick cock, not very long but accompanied by a pair of large balls that protruded from the fly of a gray pants. It promised to be good:

- What's up, dude?

- Looking for a good blowjob. I'm at the C.C. Plaza Mar.

- Are you just passing through or what?

- No, I work here in a clothing store. I'm here until 10 pm, but it has to be something quick because, before closing, my girlfriend comes to pick me up.

- Okay, dude, do you have any photos?

- No, I don't send photos here.

At this point, I started thinking that he was the typical annoying guy who just wanted to jerk off with the first naive guy who bit the hook.

- Sorry, dude, I don't feel like moving, it's a bit far from the hotel.

Although the guy's attitude had put me off, it was no less true that I didn't feel like meeting a total stranger without the minimum exchange of photos that would inspire some confidence.

- Come on, you won't regret it.

This last phrase, combined with the horniness I had, prompted me to take the risk of, for the first time in my life, meeting an anonymous profile.

- Okay, dude, I'll be there in half an hour.

There was no going back, or I didn't want to. I took a quick but thorou...