I used to log into Grindr on Thursday nights since I had night shifts on the weekends at work. I had the feeling that the profiles that were connected more frequently during the week were completely different from those on the weekend. More discreet, headless photos, fewer nudes, or even profiles without photos were more common to see in my area during the week. I don't complain; there is only one photo on my profile: me in white briefs standing in front of the living room mirror.

One profile caught my attention: looking for submissive bottom. The only photo he had was at the beach with two girls whose faces he had pixelated. He appeared unpixelated, but with sunglasses and in boxers, as if the beach plan had caught him by surprise and he wasn't wearing swim trunks. That photo turned me on a lot. The naturalness of the moment and what was outlined beneath those gray boxers promised a good experience.

I sent him a tap and soon started talking to him. In summary, he was looking for a passive guy just to suck him off, nothing more. That seemed fine to me. I had met with some similar profiles, mostly with names like "discreet hetero" that only sought a similar experience. No penetration, just sucking as if anal sex was already an open declaration of their bisexuality or, who knows, their hidden homosexuality.

We agreed to meet at his apartment a couple of blocks away. As soon as I walked in, I found him in boxers, the same ones from the beach photo. The first thing I noticed was his package. His cock was very thick and seemed larger than in the photo. Then, I saw the rest of his body. He looked like in the only photo he had, thin, toned, probably from practicing some sport but not from going to the gym, small brown eyes half-closed due to the smile he had on. A cheeky smile.

He took me to the living room. Upon entering, I noticed the atmosphere was charged. There was clothes strewn on the floor: shoes, a t-shirt, and a pair of gym pants.

“Undress,” he ordered suddenly.

I started taking off my clothes and neatly placing them on a chair until I was left in my boxers.

“Take everything off and get on your knees,” he commented.

I pulled down my boxers and got on my knees. He approached, pulled down his just a little so that only his cock and balls were visible.

I began to suck him. I noticed his cock was dirty, as if he had jerked off before and there were remnants of cum left. It wasn’t the first time this happened to me. I have always been quite submissive and I didn’t complain, due to being a fool and the arousal I usually feel in such cases. I gave a few licks to clean off the remnants of cum and then started salivating to lubricate his cock well. My saliva started dripping along the shaft of his cock, over his balls, and finally onto the floor. He set the pace and didn’t let me touch him or jerk off, making it mechanically routine. He moved his hips and I s...