It was a typical Thursday night for me. Home alone, watching crap on TV and flicking through my phone constantly for any sort of updates. Nothing ever changed. I'd had the Grindr app for some time, but never really thought anything of it. I just liked the attention from it really. I didn't expect anything to come from it; not friends, not a meaningful conversation, not a relationship. I was never really up for 'fun' as they liked to describe it - probably because I'm a little reserved and have never really gone all the way with a guy, which I assumed they'd all automatically expect.
I should probably introduce myself. My name is Jack. I'm 21, 6 foot exactly and pretty toned. Like I said, I've never fucked or been fucked by a guy before. I've always been nervous about the pain or if I'm not good at it, but it's always something I've wanted to try. It's something I get off to. I don't really give off the gay vibe, I suppose. All of my friends are straight and don't know I'm into guys and have never suspected a thing.
This one particular night changed everything. My phone buzzed and I just assumed it was just another guy starting with the typical 'hey' that I wasn't interested in. This was different. I looked down at my phone to find probably the sexiest guy I'd ever seen. Harry: Chiseled jaw, naturally gorgeous, built and a sleeve down his right arm. My type exactly. After chatting for a while, my level of arousal became unbearable. It had been a while since I'd been with a guy and impulsively asked if he wanted to come over. He agreed. I grew anxious, expecting to be catfished by some older guy that had just taken a model's photos from google images. He called asking me to come and meet him a few minutes away. My heart was pounding, but I shook it off, hoping that this guy was the real deal.
I could see him waiting at the end of the road, getting closer. It was him. If anything he was better looking in person. A little taller than myself, around 6"2, with a bright white smile. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt - the sleeves tight around his large biceps, the ripples of his abs showing slightly through. He was confident. We talked back up to my apartment and he threw himself on my bed and put the TV.
"I'd say make yourself at home, but you already have" I smiled at him. He laughed at me, his smile making my knees slightly buckle. He insisted that we watch a horror movie, so I agreed and climbed on top of the covers.