The Hidden Load
THE KINK
“I want you to come over, get naked, jerk off all over my house before leaving your load wherever you want in my house.”
HOW IT STARTED
I started chatting with this headless profile on Grindr. He was an older, muscular guy in his late 30s or early 40s. Total top with a great cock.
I was expected him to want to use my hole but the conversation went elsewhere. He started describing his kink…
He likes to have guys over when he’s out and give them full reign to stroke and please themself all over his house before dropping a load. The only catch is he doesn’t want to know where you left the load. He wants to stumbled upon the mess when he gets home.
I’d never heard anything like this before but I was turned on and intrigued. So we set a date and time and agreed to meet.
ARRIVAL
It’s game day. I pull up to his place and put my car in park. I’m nervous. We’re meeting during the day and his neighborhood is busy. People are out in their yard or walking dogs. I text him letting him know I’m here and I double check to confirm I’m at the right house. (Could you imagine walking into the wrong house and starting to stroke? Yeah… new fear unlocked).
He texts me back letting me know I’m at the right house but, to my surprise, he’s home. I was under the impression that he was going to be out while I took care of business but apparently there was a change in plans.
I keep my head down as I walk towards his front door.
inside
Once inside I text him. He tells me that he’s upstairs in his office.
I tell him to stomp so I know I’m in the right house. I hear a thud from above me. Little did he know not only did he just confirm that I was in the right house, but he also told me approximately where he was hiding in his house.
I do a quick lap around the first floor to get an idea of how much space I’m working with and to scan for any hidden cameras. Good amount of space on the first floor and no cameras in sight. I take off my jacket and get comfortable on the living room couch.
I get undressed and send him a pic of my jock on his coffee table.
He replies “Mmm hot” — let the games begin.
First I start by rubbing my cock all over his throw pillows and blankets. I send him a video of myself with his living room blanket gripped around my cock. I’m stroking with it and rubbing it all against my crotch.
Next, I find a second blanket that’s rolled into a tight roll. I send him a pic of myself fucking it like a fleshlight with a text saying:
“Gotta get my scent everywhere”
He replies,
“Yeah dude. I want to know you were here.”
I continue making my way through his living room taking every opportunity I can to rub my dick and crotch against every surface.
After jerking in every room of the first floor he texts me back.
“We can go a bit longer. I want you to work up a big load. You should come up here though. Get your scent and precum on my pillow 😈”
Now I’m intrigued. We never discussed meeting during this session but now he wants me to come up stairs.
What for?… Does he want to fuck or just for me to keep exploring? Is he going to jerk with me or does he just want to watch me from close up?… Maybe he wants me to finish on him?… Or near him?… Or maybe in his mouth?… Is he actually going to show me his face?
Before heading upstairs he texts me instructions for which room to go to next. I guess things are heating up. I slowly make my way upstairs.
Once I arrive at the landing, there are three doors: two doors on the right and one door on the left at the end of the hall which is his bedroom. Before I start walking, I hear a noise behind the first door. It’s cracked but not closed.
I found you.
I start walking towards his bedroom. As I walk past the first door, I slow down ever so slightly, to look into the crack. As I walk by I catch a faint glimpse of an eye peering through the crack looking back at me.
I see you.
A mixture of nerves and arousal take over my body. It feels like I’m being followed by a warm spotlight. I start to sweat. There’s a naked body behind that door that I very much want to see, touch, and taste… but I keep walking.
I hear him move one more time before I enter the bedroom. I think he needed a better view.
The Bedroom
I arrive at his room. The bed is unmade. The rest of the room is neat but lived in. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting me up here. After taking in the space, I get comfortable in his bed.
I slide my body down against the sheets. I shove my face into the pillow and inhale deeply. If I can’t see you, then I’m going to smell you… or at least what’s left of you.
His smell is faint but pleasant. My body still sweating from the voyeuristic spotlight, I let my sweat melt into his sheets as I pleasure myself.
Eager for more, I begin snooping around his room. I ask him where he keeps his dirty clothes. “Black thing next to the desk” he says. I locate the hamper and rummage through it before discovering a dirty gym shirt. I put it up to my face and inhale. His musk takes over me. As I exhale my nipples harden.
I continue rummaging through the hamper until I find a sweaty jock and a cummy pair of underwear. I hold them up to my nose and inhale deeply. As I exhale I rub the garments against my body, down my neck and chest, until they’re touching my leaking cock. His musk is intoxicating. And his cum smells even better.
I jump back into his bed. With one hand holding the sweaty shirt against my face like a mask, I use the other to stroke my cock against his dirty jock.
I’m in heaven.
He texts back: “Take a video of you shooting your load.” I ask him if he wants the load upstairs or down. He replies, “you pick.”
After edging for this long, I’m ready to bust. So I need to find a place to finish fast.
I want to cum somewhere intimate, somewhere personal, so I decide to blow my load on his nightstand. With his jock still wrapped around my cock, I lean over the nightstand and unload. I spray my seed all across it.
Using his gym shirt and jock as a rag, I clean up my cock before discarding them onto the bed. Completely naked and with my balls drained, I walked back downstairs and put on my clothes.
I let myself out and get into my car. I make it just two blocks away before he texts me a video of himself shooting his load on top of mine on the nightstand. He shot so hard he hit his retainer. I watch this video often.