Dude 307, The 21-year-old kid.

Oh my God!

This isn't the hook up story so much as another type of story.  I'm not sure really how to label it.

It all started a couple of weeks ago when this 21-year-old boy hit me up on Grindr.  His profile was very unusual. It said he only wanted to date men who were 55 to 70 years old. No younger.  Not interested.

Well, I'm not quite yet 55. But I'm not that far away either.  The boy in the profile photo was very very cute.  Honestly, I wasn't sure why he was hitting me up.

But I was polite, especially when he said he wasn't into hookups.  So I just went with it, and said we could grab a bite sometime, thinking he would eventually flake out like every other young kid

So we chatted a bit the last couple of days and he wanted to know if I wanted to go get breakfast.  We set a date for today, Sunday, and I hit him up when I was at the gym early in the morning.

Much to my surprise, he hit me back and was still interested.  After I returned from the gym I emailed him and told him I was back, and "where should we go get breakfast?"

Well, he didn't hit me back. And once again I thought typical 21-year-old flaky kid.

Then lo-and-behold he does hit me back, and said he was sorry that he fell asleep and just woke up.  He still wanted to go get breakfast.

So I gave him the name of a restaurant I wanted to go to and figured we would just meet there. Then he texts back that he has to take the bus, and he just missed one, and it would be an hour and a half before the next one.

I told him I could just come pick him up.  He agreed and told me to meet him at the post office in Sugarhouse, as he had to get his mail, and he wanted to ride his skateboard.  This whole time I am thinking wow, this is some kind of elaborate set up.  Have me drive all the way to the post office in SugarHouse then bail on me.

As I waited in the post office parking lot for him, I turned Grindr on my phone.  The kid's profile was there, and it said he was close, and online.  Now for the totally weird, and kind of fucked up thing;  In the description area of his profile, he wrote something to the effect of

"this will be my last day on earth. What would you do on your last day?  Farewell."

Well this kind of alarmed me. Was this kid suicidal? Did I have some part to play in this?

Just then, I spotted him in my rear view mirror headed toward the post office door.  I rolled down the window and called out to him and he came over.  He was every bit as handsome as his photos, nicely dressed, And he was carrying his skateboard but didn't look like a skater at all.

After he got his mail from the post office, he got in my car.  I had my phone in my hand, and Grindr was obviously up on the screen.

I asked him what was up with his profile description? Was he suicidal?  He told me he knew his friend was going to be looking at that profile and this was more of a private message for him.  He told me not to worry, he wasn't going to kill himself.  He didn't look suicidal, in fact he looked like a normal handsome young man. So what could I do? We headed off to the restaurant for breakfast.

He seemed quite shy, and not a talker at all. I asked a lot of questions they got a lot of short one word answers for the most part.  He didn't ask me many questions about me, what I did for work, my family, nothing, and so I had to carry the burden of the conversation.

He was very sweet, and very pleasant,  just not very talkative.  So after breakfast, we went back to the car, and I asked him if he wanted me to bring him back to the Sugarhouse area, or downtown, or where did he want me to drop him?  He said he didn't know, he didn't have any plans for the rest of the day.

I decided to take him for a quick drive around my neighborhood, as I had mentioned there was a skate park near my house, and the international peace gardens too.

We drove downtown and past my house, to the park. Where we got out and walked around and chatted a bit more. Well actually I chatted, and he  answered my questions with one-word answers.

As we got in the car to leave the park, he asked me if I would be interested in going and seeing a movie with him. Well shit. Why not? I didn't have much going on today anyway.

We drove to my house where we pulled up the local movie options on the Internet, and decided to go see a movie at the gateway, only 10 minutes away.  The movie was 2 1/2 hours long, and when we emerged from the theater, the kid turned on his phone and had a bunch of text and voice messages.

He listened to his voice messages on the ride back to my house, and even got a phone call on the ride back.

When I pulled into my driveway, he was still on the phone, so I let him finish up his phone calls in private, while I went in the house to  pee.

When he finally joined me in the house, 15 minutes later, he told me the story.  Someone at his work had seen his grinder profile description, the suicidal description.

Somehow, people started getting worried, and even called the police.  The kid had a lot of explaining to do to several worried people.  He even had to make a phone call to the police, and talk to the detective.

Of course I did not know this was going on, but I did pull up his Grindr profile again, and saw that the suicide note had been removed.

Later on in the day, while talking with him he told me the story of a friend that killed himself one year ago. The suicide note on his profile was the same wording as the suicide note the friend left.  I guess the kid posted it as some sort of tribute to his dead friend.

I know, fucked up.

So the kid seemed like he wanted to hang out for a bit more, but I had a couple of errands to run.  He was acting the perfect gentleman, and I was too.  I didn't bring up any sex talk, or do any touching. I figured he was just shy, and our "date" would just end with a handshake.

While running the errands with me in the car, he said, "can I ask you a question?". I said "sure."   He said "what do you like to do?"   I responded "what do you mean?"   "Sexually."  He answered.

Okay, all of a sudden he had taken the lead in the conversation, and the talk had turned sexy. I told him what I like to do and my limited experience and so I felt like that opened the door for me to ask him some questions of a sexual nature.

He said he liked oral, topping and bottoming.  He didn't have a ton of experience, and had never done anything really kinky.  But he said he really liked being sensual. He like touching, rubbing, kissing.

I told him I would be happy to help him out when we got back to my place, if he wanted. He didn't say anything. I wasn't quite sure if he was interested in messing around or not. After all, he did tell me he didn't do hookups.

Once we got home, I asked him if he wanted me to rub his back. He agreed.  I led into the bedroom and took off his hoodie. He lay down on the bed fully clothed.  I asked him if he wouldn't mind removing a shirt, and he had no problem with that.  He was a skinny white boy. But he had a very nice body. Beautiful I would say.  I started rubbing his back, and he seemed to really enjoy that. I asked if I should get some lotion, and he said that would be a good idea.

I returned with the lotion and squirted some on his back and continued the backrub. He sighed and moaned a little bit. And then he reached back and actually touched my legs. This was the first indication I had that he seemed to want me to go further.

Things really progressed rapidly from there.  Next thing you know, I had all of his clothes off, save his underwear.  It was the most beautiful sight. His boner was sticking straight up out of the top.  I rubbed his back, his front, his legs, and more.

Pretty soon, we were both naked and making out like crazy. He suddenly turned from a shy demure young boy into a ravenous animal!  I asked him if I could suck his cock, and he agreed. He also wanted to suck mine. Oddly enough I agreed too!

We spent the next 3 1/2 hours on my bed.  Mostly making out, kissing, and sucking each other's dicks.  There were bouts of spooning, and cuddling.  I sucked him off, and he cummed in my mouth.  This was followed by more spooning, cuddling, resting and recharging.

Then I went for round two, and tried to suck him off again. Try as I might, and as hard as he got, he did not cum again.  We went back to more cuddling, and spooning, and he mentioned that I hadn't yet cummed.

I told him that I had plenty of fun, and I didn't need to cum, and we stayed there cuddling some more. Then he started lightly stroking my cock.  It was a very delicate tickle, but it got me hard as a rock!

I kind of hoped he would go down and blow me again, but he made no moves toward that, although I'm sure I could have asked for it and he would've gladly obliged. He seemed very interested in pleasing me.

I rolled him over on his stomach and ground my hard cock between his lightly furry ass cheeks. I was in heaven.  I asked him if he wouldn't mind me doing this. I thought I might be able to get myself off grinding my dick in his hairy butt cheeks

But grind as I might, I didn't come close to orgasm. I asked him if I could put some lotion down there, and he agreed. He agreed to almost everything I wanted.

So there I was, grinding my rod against his lubed up but cheeks and, wouldn't you know it. I started poking him in the ass a little bit.

I said I was sorry, and he said don't worry, it felt good, and that he kind of wanted me to fuck him.

I told him I would like to fuck him too, but not now, and not today. We should make plans for him to return and for me to do it right.

I continued grinding on him, and then all of a sudden, my dick just slipped inside his ass.

He moaned, and said oh god that feels good, and then I knew it was all over.

I fucked his sweet ass like there was no tomorrow, and he was loving it.

He was really enjoying himself, and I was really enjoying myself, he asked me if I was going to cum.  I told him I was close. He told me to please cum inside him. He wanted my cum.

It didn't take much more, and soon I was unloading in his ass.

Honestly, we both fucking loved it!

We cuddled for another 20 minutes, and he said he was hungry. Did I want to go out to dinner with him?

We showered together and cleaned up. We then went to Red Lobster, where that cute little fucker picked up the check!

This is one for the history books. What an enjoyable day. I surely did not see that one coming!