RazzmaTazz
Be Fucking Nice
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It was a beautiful Saturday morning.* I didn’t have to go to any college classes, and I even had the day off from work.* I turned the television on, but there really wasn’t anything on that I wanted to watch, so I just tuned it to the History channel for some background noise.* I was just wearing a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt because I didn’t want to get dressed yet.
I opened up my balcony door and stepped out into the sunlight.* I could tell it was going to be a great day.* The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and it was only supposed to be in the low 80’s.* That would be the mid 20’s for the European folks!* I loved the feel of the wood balcony on my bare feet.* There was something that was just so natural about being in touch with nature like that, so I took my t-shirt off too.
I went and got my newspaper from my front door and sat down on a lawn chair that I had on the balcony.* It was just a cheap $5 thing that I had bought at a garage sale a few weeks ago.* At 23 years old you furnish an apartment with things that don’t exactly match, and then work to purchase stuff to make an apartment your own.
After reading the paper some (yes, I like to have a paper instead of online.* I’m weird.) I picked up my phone to check if any family had sent me messages on Facebook, check my email, and scroll through some pictures on Tumblr.* Then I decided to check Grindr as well.* It had been a few weeks since I had last checked it.* Most of the time it seems like it’s the same people there, so checking it isn’t a regular thing.* But seeing I live in a pretty big and busy city there are always people passing though, and you sure don’t want to miss a hottie!
My profile picture isn’t anything special.* It’s just of me sitting shirtless on a bench at the college campus that is just a few blocks from my apartment.* I like to say that I’m good looking.* I keep myself in shape by swimming about three times a week, and doing a lot of bike riding as my main mode of transportation.* I don’t have a six pack or anything, but a lot of people, both guys and girls, have said that I have a nice chest and stomach.* And being still naturally smooth body wise helps too.* I was a late bloomer in that department and a few of my friends hate me for only having to shave once, maybe twice, a week.
I didn’t see any profiles that I wanted to send a message to.* I was about to set my phone down again when I got a ping that someone had sent me a message.* Of course the first thing that I did was look at his profile picture first.* And damn, he was a hottie!
I loved the fact that his picture was a full shot and not cropped just to his face or his private parts.* Even though giving a little tease of what was in his pants was nothing to complain about.* And I don’t know why, but his wearing of thong sandals made him look even hotter.* He said he was 19 years old, was only three miles away, was a freshman at the college, and was looking to meet some friends.* Of course since Grindr is primarily a hook-up app, I knew what he meant by “friends”.
We chatted for a bit to find out what each of us was looking for.
“I haven’t fooled around with anyone yet since I got here,” he said.* Classes had only been going on for a little over a month, so that wasn’t surprising.* “So right now I just really looking for hot guy that I can give an amazing blow job to.”
“I’d be up for that,” I replied back to him.* We would just have to figure out where to meet up at.”* My dick was already getting hard by now thinking about this hot guy sucking me off.
He messaged back, “Well, I live in the dorm, and have a roommate, so we can’t meet here.* Do you have a place we can meet at?”
Ever since I was younger, one of my rules has always been to not invite a guy for a hook-up over to my place.* That way, if it ever gets to weird, the person doesn’t know where you live.* Maybe if it turns out to be a regular thing I’d invite them over, but usually not on the first time.
“If you don’t mind the spot being outdoors, then I have a pretty great spot to hook-up at that is only a few miles off the campus.”
“That sounds pretty hot,” he wrote back.* “I haven’t ever done anything outside and have wanted to for a while.”
So I told him about he spot that I was thinking about and how to get there.* “I’ll be sitting on a stone ledge on the left hand side as you come around the corner.* I’ll have my shirt off and my pants and boxers at my ankles waiting for you.”
“Dude, that sounds so hot!* I’m already hard thinking about it,” he said.
“So we meet in an hour,” I asked.
“One hour,” he confirmed.
“I’ll see you there.”
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