If any of you guys on here use hookup Apps like Grindr, or Scruff then can I share with you a little bit of advice.

Don’t say “Hey”.

This is a pet hate of mine and here is a screen shot o my Grindr account today.

None of those guys received replies.

When I’m on Grindr… I am looking to start chatting with a guy whom I will meet up and have sex with.  Hey is probably not going to get my interest because it seems like you are lazy.  Who wants a lazy lover?

I share this screen shot a few days ago with the Hawaii Speedo Student and he completely agreed with me but he added to the exasperation by bringing up guys who have no info or pics on their profiles.  I hate this too.  My profile is as complete as I can possibly make it.  I’m still discreet so I don’t have any face pics on there but I have lots of pics of my body and I’m happy to share face pics when I get chatting with a guy.

A little over a month ago I hooked up with a you guy I started chatting with on Grindr.  I wrote about it and you can read what he messaged me – click here.

Sorry for the rant but c’mon guys!!!

After my online rant (on my blog) about guys on online hookup apps making no effort, I need to share with you guys what happens when someone makes some effort.

During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you’d like to know which one I use).  Seven of the eight were from guys saying “Hey” with blank profiles.  Usually I reply to “Hey”, with “That is what horses eat.”  Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn’t get it.

The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete.  He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was in to.  His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom.  His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be interested in that role, he said he couldn’t host but could travel and we were less than twenty kilometers from each other.

A cute, skinny, twenty-two year old guy wanted to drive over and let me use him, sounds great!

We sent some messages back and forth, I shot him a face pics of me, we set some sexual boundaries and arranged a time for him to come over.  An hour or so later, my door bell rang and he was right on time, to the minute actually.

At my unit here I have an internal shared staircase so I buzzed him in ad cracked the door to my unit (Seinfeld style).

It wasn’t long and he, I called him ‘Slave Boy’, walked in the door.  I was standing in my living room waiting.  I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else.  Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off.  He did.  Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked.  What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had.  He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.

Since I have a thing for guys in speedos, I threw him a pair of black lycra speedos that are a bit too small for me and told him to put them on.  I personally find a guy in speedos even hotter than a naked guy.  Slave Boy looked fantastic in my speedo and they fit him perfectly.  His cock might have stiffened a little bit as well and it was stretching the lycra material in the front.

Slave Boy then just stood there, waiting for further instructions.

I told him I’d have to pat him down to make sure he wasn’t recording anything or had any weapons on him.  Of course he didn’t, I had just seen him naked but it was part of the role.  As ordered, Slave Boy turned around facing the door, put his hands on it and spread his legs a little bit.

His butt looked fantastic.  Slim, firm and I just wanted to eat it then and there.  I knew I’d get to fuck it soon enough.

Walking up behind Slave Boy I roughly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed it against the door.  I was talking in his ear trying to sound angry that he was late.  Unintentionally, my cock, which had been one hundred percent hard since before Slave Boy arrived, touched his butt crack.  It felt good.  While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy’s bum.  The combination of both of us wearing speedos made it nice and slippery. Both our hips were grinding back and forth.

I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy’s neck and with my right hand I slid it from his hip and reached around the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it.

“Thank you Master Dave”, came out of Slave Boy’s mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told him to “Shut Up”.  I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn’t take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that close.

He was getting close to orgasm.  If we had kept it up, I would have had an orgasm grinding against his bum as well but I knew Slave Boy would beat me to cumming, he was twenty-two after all.

Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he would be punished.

I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock.  He spasmed, and let out a quiet “Aaaghhhh” as he started cumming.  His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.

Now it was time for his punishment.

In his ear, I told Slave Boy that I was disappointed he disobeyed me and came in the speedos I had loaned him.  He knew that he had to be punished and stepping back I told him to keep his hands on the door and to bend over more.

I walked over to my kitchen, pulled my cock out the top of my speedo and tucked it under my balls, I put a condom on and quickly smeared it with lube.  My cock was rock hard.

At first I thought of pulling Slave Boy’s speedo down but I wanted to keep that cummy mess of his in one place so I managed to pull the bum part aside and got access to his pucker hole that way.  Not the easiest route but I managed to get the tip of my cock at his back door entry.  I told Slave Boy to count down from five.

“Five, four, three, owwwww.”  I slipped my cock in on three to surprise him.

A guy did that to me a few years ago and it had really taken my breath away.  For me, the guy slammed his cock all the way in but for Slave Boy I just poked the head of my cock inside him.  Taking it slowly, I gently slid in and out, in and out, a little bit deeper each time and Slave Boy’s hips were rocking back to meet my trusts so he wanted more.  Then I was making those entire cock length long strokes in and out of him.  My cock was so incredibly hard!