I’d just moved into my new accommodation after a last minute extended trip here in Berlin. It was the first time I’d been alone in a while so I sat down and opened Grindr. We all know those kind of nights. I got chatting to a few guys but overall nothing really took my fancy and I was starting to think the evening was going to be a waste. Until this one guy started messaging me. No name, no bio, just cute dark haired boy with dark eyes, pretty, boy next door type. We started chatting and he started throwing out some ideas of what he was looking for. I’m pretty open minded and was excited to hear something different for once in the sea of monotony that is the grindr conversation arena. Firstly he said he was into public fun, that turned me on but also scared me being in a foreign country and not knowing my boundaries etc. He then moved on to role play. I’ve always flirted with the idea of role play but it always makes me a bit nervous, like preparing for an audition or stage performance. He mentioned a script, which I wasn’t keen on. He was a top, and besides being pretty versatile, I was feeling kinda submissive that evening so I went along with what he wanted. He then came up with a semi-stripper role play fantasy, he was master, and he had instructions. No speech was allowed, only hand gestures, and he was completely in control. The exhibitionist in me was rock solid, and so we started developing a plan. He wanted to be the only one to gain pleasure out of the encounter, and i was simply his play thing (obviously this wouldn’t be the case because the whole thing turned me on like gas to a flame), he would cum when he wanted to, and it would be on me. He would then instruct me to leave, covered in his cum, collect my clothes and go. The instructions which would be gesticulated by hand, I had to learn by heart. They were as follows;
1. Take off one piece of clothing.
2. Stretch my body, dance/yoga stretches etc.
3. Touch & pleasure myself.
4. Dance to the music.
5. Close my eyes for 20 seconds.
6. Smell wherever he points to on his body.
7. Taste wherever he points to on his body.
8. Lay down & get prepared for cumshot.
Hand flat: Slow down.
Fist: Show ass.
Thumbs up: Get hard.
Thumbs down: Get soft.
Hands together: Time to leave
I got an uber to his at around midnight. He gave me instructions to his apartment, told me the door would be open and music would be playing ready for the show. I was nervous I would forget the instructions, I hadn’t had long to learn them and they were really fresh in my mind. I kept muddling a few of them in my head. I got to his floor, I was a little out of breath, through nerves and the amount of stairs I had to climb. His door was open and so I went inside. I took my coat & shoes off, and stepped inside his lounge. He was fully dressed sat in a chair touching himself through his shorts. I stood in front of him. He didn’t move for a little bit then he gestured number 4. I felt awkward but that was all part of the act. I danced for him a bit. He gestured number 2. I’d forgotten which one it was so i stood there for a bit trying to recall. I remembered. I started stretching. I bent over and stretched my arms above my head. Each gesture seemed to last forever. He was taking his time taking it all in. He gestured number 1 and I took my hoody off. I did it slowly incase he’d ask me to slow down. After that he gestured for me to dance & stretch again. He gestured number 1 and I took my top off. I danced again. He pulled his dick out and gestured number 5 so I had to close my eyes. It was frustrating but it made me so horny. I opened my eyes. Number 7. He pointed to his armpit. I walked forward and as he leaned toward me, I licked his armpit. Up and down. It was musky, manly. The smell turned me on. He told me to stretch again. Number 1. I took my bottoms off. Number 3. Finally I could play with myself a bit. I was so turned on. I rubbed my dick through my underwear whilst looking him doing the same. The tension was crazy. Fist. I turned around and showed him my ass. Number 2. I stretched over forward and so my ass was spread into his face. I stood back up around and he put thumbs down. I was hard in my underwear and he didn’t want me to be. I stood and looked away from him, concentrating wholeheartedly on trying to go soft. It was so difficult, but it went down a little bit. Number 1. I took off my socks. Number 1. I took off my underwear. I was now completely naked. Number 2. I stretched in front of him, head over my legs. He was jerking off now. He’d taken his dick out of his shorts and was fully jerking. I was rock hard. Number 3. I started jerking off in front of him. He was staring at my dick while sliding his own hand over his. Thumbs down, and so I faced the back and tried to concentrate on going soft again. This time it was more tricky, but I focused and turned back around when my dick had gone down a bit. Number 7. He stood up pulled down his shorts and spread his ass, he pointed to his hole. I leaned forward, on my hands and knees and started to rim him. It was even muskier than the armpits, I felt really like his slave at this point. I slid my tongue in and out of his ass as he groaned. I secretly played with myself while he didn’t notice. He turned around and sat back down. Fist. I turned around on all fours and showed him my ass. He was jerking off much harder now. His dick was dark with a really pink head. Big. Number 2. I bent over and stretched in front of him. He was jerking off frantically and pulling faces like he was edging himself. Number 6. He pointed to his dick. I leant forward and smelled his dick. It turned me on. It was a tease to be so close and not put it in my mouth, and he made me linger there for a good while. It didn’t smell too much, more like saliva because he’d spat on it a little. Number 7. I slid his dick in my mouth, it felt soft and smooth. It slid down my throat so easily, and i could tell he was getting close. I sucked his dick and played with the head in my mouth, my tongue doing circles around it while he moaned. He pulled away after a little bit. Fist. I showed him my ass. He jerked off, and moaned while looking at me on all fours from behind. Number 8. My heart raced. He stood up and I flipped on my back on the floor. He stood over me, over my chest and jerked off hard. I saw saliva coming out of his mouth and he spat it into my face & mouth. I was laid on my back with my mouth open, and he started cumming. He shot all over me, my face, chest, mouth, hair, a lot of cum. It seemed to never end. He kept squeezing his dick to drip every last drop on me. Flicking it onto me, off his fingers. I laid on the floor. He put his hands together. I got up to my feet and walked to find my clothes. I picked them up and walked into his hallway. I could feel the cum still dripping off my beard. I got dressed, smearing most of the cum off my face down my body when I put the tshirt over my head. I left his apartment and shut the door behind me. I slid my shoes on in the hall and walked down the residential stairwell without the lights off. I was too horny. After 2 flights of stairs, I looked for CCTV and couldn’t see anything. It was dark so I pulled my dick out and jerked really hard. It only took about 10 strokes and I came in the hallway up the wall. About 12 shots of cum, I literally exploded. I couldn’t wait til I got home and I figured the cum would dry and no one would notice. I left his building and called an uber. I could smell his ass on my beard and his cum in my moustache. My mind was blown. I’ve had a lot of sexual experiences but this had to be one of the hottest. I figured I could keep it in my head, or I could write it all down, if it’s anywhere nearly as hot to read as it was to participate, then it’s worth sharing. I’ll remember those instructions for a good while, and I’ll definitely interpret gesticulating numbers differently in the future. Next time someone asks me if I have a favourite number, I’ll probably say 8.
writing my thoughts straight from my head in london town