Tinder Date

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by clickasp

by clickasp

*Ding*

I rolled over on the cramped twin bed to grab my phone off of my messy ass desk. I squinted at the too-bright screen as I read my newest notifications. Two texts from my most recent tinder date, Scott. We didn't know much about each other, but isn't that the point of hooking up on Tinder? I had only downloaded the app in the first place as a joke when I turned 18 earlier this semester. Scott was my third or fourth match. (We won't talk about the other ones.)

He was 20 years old, 6'3", and lived on the Air Force base near my university. A jet engine mechanic or something masc like that. We'd been flirting via text for about a week. He was sweet and didn't make gross sexual advances, unlike most of the fuckboys I matched with.

Some sexual advances didn't sound that bad tonight, though...

Scotty: Are you doing anything tomorrow?
Scotty: I want you to come down to the base tonight.
Mitchy: no classes tomorrow. Lol how long you plan on keeping me?
Scotty: That all depends.
Mitchy: I'll clear my schedule, Daddy.
Scotty: Good. Ur gonna be busy for a while. Ill text u when im on my way.

I quickly realized what this visit implied. It was going to happen.

I was what I liked to call a 'technical virgin'. Granted, I was definitely sexually active. I had my fair share of giving and receiving blowjobs in high school, but I never made 'going all the way' a priority. First of all, virginity isn't that big of a deal. It's a misogynistic concept and mama is not about to subscribe to that. Even still, I guess I was too busy auditioning for music conservatories to worry about passing that milestone before freshman year of college. I felt a tinge of satisfaction that tonight, it was going to happen the way I had always imagined: with a muscular, at least slightly older man, with experience and no chance of interruption.

I shaved within an inch of my life, moisturized, did my makeup, and threw on a long sweatshirt with some athletic shorts before heading down the stairs to meet Scott in the parking lot. I walked outside and looked to my left and right, hoping he would see me and pull up. I was just about to call him, when my phone vibrated.

Scotty: Behind you, babe. Sliver g wagon.

I turned about face to see Tall, Blond, and Handsome waving through the tinted windshield. The big boy truck fit him so well, and kind of made me feel like I was being picked up by my sugar daddy. Goals. While I walked to the car, he reached over and opened the door for me. I slid into the leather seat and breathed a quiet "hey".

Instead of answering, he leaned over the console to hold the nape of my neck and place a chaste, yet incredibly sensual kiss at my throat. He held his lips there for a moment before mumbling into my jaw. "Hello." I gaped at him, wide eyed and mouth slightly ajar. He chuckled, resting the same hand on the passenger head rest, and pulled away from my building.

Luckily, we got to the base just in time to fill out an overnight visitor's pass. Then, he led me across a courtyard and up the stairs to his quarters. It was small, but incredibly pristine. Decorated with black and white music posters on the walls, an impeccably organized closet, and a flat screen in the corner, stocked with game consoles and CDs. It was clear what his interests were and I was glad that they matched most of mine.

We sat on the bed and he flipped through his Netflix queue while I took my shoes off. I stretched across his lap to plug my charger into an outlet, then decided that I could definitely get comfortable where I was. I smiled up at him as he rubbed his palm on my back, securing me in place. For the next 10 minutes, we watched The Office and sat in a comfortable silence, his hand venturing progressively lower, until he was blatantly massaging my butt. I sighed audibly at the feeling of a warm hand kneading at the sensitive flesh, then hissed when he slipped between my legs and squeezed at my bulge. He easily pulled my jogging shorts and underwear down to rub my bare skin. Out of nowhere he playfully slapped my ass with an open palm. I jumped forward as much as I could with his other hand holding me down. He hummed in amusement, then spanked me once more before rubbing soothing circles into the reddened skin.

I lazily turned to gaze up at him, biting my lip. He grinned and swiped his thumb tenderly across my mouth to pull the flesh from in between my teeth. The smile widened when I started to suckle on his thick finger. "God, you're amazing," he sighed.

"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and so pretty. Do you wanna get fucked tonight?"
"Mhm."

I watched as he took a few condoms and a bottle of lube out of his bedside table. He rolled me over, settled between my legs and squeezed my shaft. "A pretty little cock for a pretty little boy," he whispered, kissing the tip sweetly. My eyes were closed, so I didn't notice that he had lubed his fingers until one was prodding at my entrance. I mewled and writhed as he scissored me open and teasingly sucked at my tip. By the time I was prepped to his satisfaction, I was reduced to a hazy, pliant mess. He hovered over me to give me a slow, sloppy kiss and I could taste myself on his mouth as he licked into mine. When he pulled away, I followed his lips on impulse. "Come're baby," he beckoned softly. "Come suck my dick."

I scrambled to get on all fours while he slipped off his boxers and within seconds he was down my throat. I kept my eyes on him while taking him deep and he rewarded me by petting my head affectionately and groaning his praise. "Oh fuck, baby. You're so good at this. Just like that."

My lips stretched around him as he fucked my mouth, and when he decided that was enough, he pulled me off of him by my hair. He positioned me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. I was on my back and he held one of my legs in the air. "Tell me if it hurts, baby. I don't want you in pain," he cooed. He was big, intimidatingly so, but I was well prepped and had experimented down there enough to know I could handle it. I nodded assuredly, but still squealed from the overwhelming sensation of him splitting me open. He paused when I had taken all of him. "Fuck! So full. It's so good, daddy. Please!" I begged without really knowing what I wanted. It was so, so much and still not enough.

He pulled almost completely out, then snapped his hips forward. I was making the most pitiful noises as he forced all the air out of my lungs. He built up to an aggressive pace while pressing both of my legs to my chest. Suddenly, my loud, rhythmic moans were muffled by his tongue invading my mouth. He kissed me hard and rested his big hand across my neck. Not to choke me, but to remind me that he was in charge. But how could I forget? I lay helpless, folded in half and completely at his mercy. After a few pumps to my neglected cock, I was cumming into his hand. My shrieks of pleasure had turned into exhausted sighs as he continued to pound into me and find his own release.

"I'm gonna cum baby."
"Ye-e-ah?"

He let out a long groan and shivered while his thrusts slowed to a stop, then pulled himself out of me, sitting on his heels. My eyes slipped shut, but I felt him leave the bed. Probably to throw the condom away. Moments later, I was startled by a warm, wet rag wiping gently across my hips and chest. The bed squeaked as he maneuvered around my limp frame and he gathered me into his arms like I was fragile. I felt a duvet cover us and his front press against my back as he pecked my cheek, whispering a promise that put a smile on my tired face:

"I'll wake you up when I need another round of that."