Chapter One: Luke, the Grindr Hottie
'I'll be there in 10 minutes,' reads the message. I get an instant hardon. Luke is the hottest guy I have ever seen on Grindr. Which is why he never has time to hook up. He has every bottom of Greenwich lusting after him. All of my friends have tried their luck and failed. And today, I succeeded. After two months of casual talk and pics exchange, he has finally agreed to come to my place and fuck my brains out. I run up to my bedside table and make sure there are enough condoms and lubes. I know it's there, but my OCD makes me double-check everything.
I then rush to my toilet and douche. Don't want any unhappy accidents while the hottest guy on my side of New York fucks me. As I come out of my toilet, the buzzer rings, and I run to the door and let him into the building. In a few minutes, he is entering my house.
'Walter, is it?' Luke shakes my hand with a firm cold grip. He looks at my apartment and seems surprised. My house is my pride and joy. I handpicked every single item in my home and love keeping it clean and tidy. It's a good thing that my job as a talent manager to celebrities pays well enough because I have expensive taste. And Luke is clearly impressed.
'Wow. You have an amazing house. My place looks like a pigsty compared to this.'
'Well, with looks like yours, who needs a good house?' I regret saying this the second the words leave my mouth. I don't want him to see me as a thirsty bitch who only cares about looks. I mean I am a thirsty bitch who only cared about looks but I don't want him to know that.
But he doesn't seem to mind and smiles.
'So you manage celebrities?' he sounds genuinely interested.
Everyone does when they find out.
'Mostly TV actors.'
'Anyone I might know?'
'I've managed Jackie DuPont, Max Simpson.'
'Max is hot!'
'Max is an asshole. Which is why I stopped managing him. I'm starting a new client tomorrow, Harry Andrews.'
'I've heard of him. Isn't he the guy who sings on TikTok?'
'Yeah. A major record company has signed him for 50 million dollars! I'm meeting him tomorrow. Just hope he isn't a jerk.'
After some more chit-chat, he finally grabbed my hand and asks, 'So, are we gonna fuck?'
'Let's go to the bedroom.'
I get up and lead him to my bedroom. I am not able to see him as he walks behind me. I reach the bedroom and turn back to face him and suddenly gasp. I don't know when or how he did it, but in between walking from my living room to my bedroom, he has taken all his clothes off except for his jockstraps.
There it is, his body that I have admired on Grindr for months! He looks like a Greek god standing in my bedroom, every inch was smooth and sculpted to perfection. He hadn't shaved his chest in a few days it seemed, which was also turning me on. I do enjoy the sensation of my hand rubbing through the light fuzz on a man's chest.
'What are you looking at? Take off your clothes.'