Clapham Guy

When you hook up online you can get a real complex in how you feel and look about yourself, to the point I started to struggle with my identity, I was getting a dad bod, going grey and making compromises about hookups, even putting myself in potentially dangerous situations. 

It’s hard to not feel bad about yourself as you scroll through endless images of gym-fit guys that are so far up their arses, touting what was clearly out of my league.

I sometimes scroll for hours feeling I am a lesser person, I am never going to hook up and can even go as far as bursting into tears.

One day rolls into the next without so much of a glimmer of potential fuck until you realise you are looking in the wrong direction, why look?

I worked out that if I took a few new photos and uploaded them that would generate new footfall, guys like myself that endlessly scroll see the same faces, so adding new faces would do what, yeah make me stand out.

I had found the key to hooking up online, a quick photo change was all I needed to do and there I am, that new face that is now finding that I am making more of a connection with guys younger than myself who are looking for daddy over gym dick.

That magnetic Grindr sound of someone wanting you resonated once more and it made me feel comfortable that those curves I hated was bait for an admirer, I just had to get my head around the fact I may get called daddy a lot more.

I noticed after a quick screen refresh that new faces very local to me started to appear in my feed and this one young lad, eighteen years younger stood out. His cheeky smile and stunning physique grabbed my attention and I thought what the heck I’m gonna send him a simple ‘Hi’ and see where it goes. It sure went somewhere as we started to exchange messages and of course the odd photo.

I noticed at the time he was very local, five minutes up the road but alas he was visiting family and friends and I thought just my luck this guy is going to be miles away, outside my catchment zone.

As we chatted he told me he was based in Clapham and though not miles away it was more of a planned thing rather than a jump in the car and be naked together within the hour.

‘Clapham Guy’ was interesting to talk to he wasn’t like other guys who would big themselves up, he was humble and complimentary towards me, reassuring me that he was into people and connections and not worried that I was chunky.  I thought in for a penny in for a pound, “You can call me daddy if you like” I said to him, he replied with a funny emoji and at that point I knew we would get to meet. 

For the next few days, we racked up hundreds of messages between us and it was great to get a connection, knowing that this would pave the way for a meet that needed no words but instead, clothes to be ripped off, bodies to be naked, sucking, kissing and fucking was going to be all that was on the agenda.

Messages flew back and forth for a few days and then we decided to arrange a meet those few days running up to the encounter gave me feelings of butterflies, never had I been so nervous about meeting and looking back on it now the distance gave a chance to get my shit together and my adrenaline went towards contracting on driving over to his.

The day came that we would meet and work just flew by, I knew that at fifteen-fifteen I would be making my way home for a power nap, shower, shave and spruce up for what was going to be a few hours of animalistic sex.

I sent a quick message on Grindr letting him know I was on my way and then loaded some feel-good vibe on the stereo as I made my way over to see ‘Clapham Guy’.

I made a few worn turns on the route but the satnav put me right and it wasn’t long before I was parked up and making my way to his front door.

I pressed the doorbell and the intercom buzzer released the door, and there he was ‘Clapham Guy’ with that ever so cheeky smile welcoming me in.

We chatted briefly before he led me down the hallway and down to his basement apartment, I kicked off my trainers and we lay there on the bed still chatting and laughing as if we had known each other for years.

I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled ‘Clapham Guy’, towards me and we started to exchange warm wet kisses, our tongues entwined in unison and salivating mouths melted together.

The lights were still on and though I knew he was into me I hesitated to take my clothes off, was ‘Clapham Guy’ still going to be into me when flesh was on show? I think he sensed I was a little uncomfortable about getting undressed but this gorgeous guy looked me straight in the eyes and said “You got this babe”. Those few simple words dissolved all my inhibitions and as we stood there cuddling and kissing and rubbing our hard cocks against each other he dimmed the lights and piece by piece he started to strip me naked. 

What a body he had, furry in places, smooth in others and a nice firm lengthy cock.  We got back onto the bed, caressed and kissed then contorted our bodies together, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my body and sliding across my skin as he dripped with pre-cum.  My fingers stroked his back and towards his pert arse and then slowly I probed between his cheeks and inside him, he let out a groan and our kisses got more intense. It made him so horny he released from my lips and worked himself down my chest to my throbbing hard cock, where he took many deep throaty gulps of it. 

I lay there enjoying every motion of his mouth, feeling my head and eyes tilting backwards, I briefly looked down to see this smug guy looking at me with a cock firmly in his throat, he knew he had me under his spell and should I move he would just slurp the full length of my dick to keep me under control.

I finally managed to take control of the situation and rolled him off of me and pushed him firmly on the bed face down and wasted no time spitting on his arse and slowly delving deep inside of him.  Met by more noises of pleasurable moans, I lay on top of his back pushing my cock deeper inside of him and reaching around to kiss him, my thrusts started to get harder, his groans got louder and I got deeper till I could feel my cock pulsing spunk loads of seed in him, breeding his hot wet hole.

Still, inside of him catching my breath, we lay there spooning, I kissed the back of his neck and earlobes and took hold of his hard cock and started to wank his meat, he writhed about with pre-cum oozing from his throbbing cock and his spunk-filled hole pushed my cock out, he muttered the words “make me wet, fuck me again” and without hesitation I had my face burrowing deep between his cheeks felching out my load and spitting it back into him to get him wetter than ever.

We got into all sorts of positions that night and his sexy arse took load after load, each time he was more demanding, his greedy bottom wanted more and he got it.  

After a few hours of sex, we both lay there exhausted dripping with sweat and cum, what a great night, I can’t wait to do it again, see you real soon ‘Clapham Guy’.