He needed something to calm down, so he finished his coffee, took the last bite of cake, and cleared his throat. Hadn't Tastho heard what he had just said? At least he was relieved; he wouldn't say something stupid like that again. >
I was already at your house. "
. . .
Well, he isn't incorrect
" Want me to walk you back? "
He asked as he would focus on the food.
If Grumps isn't going to make eye contact then they can focus on the cake in front of them.
He watched Tsatho's spoon brush against his, as if they were about to take the same piece of cake. He didn't know how to face this man. He felt like a child about to hand his bad grades to his father. >
He needed something to calm down, so he finished his coffee, took the last bite of cake, and cleared his throat. Hadn't Tastho heard what he had just said? At least he was relieved; he wouldn't say something stupid like that again. >
He watched Tsatho's spoon brush against his, as if they were about to take the same piece of cake. He didn't know how to face this man. He felt like a child about to hand his bad grades to his father. >
You know? "
He'd share the cake with him.
He watched Tsatho's spoon brush against his, as if they were about to take the same piece of cake. He didn't know how to face this man. He felt like a child about to hand his bad grades to his father. >
He took bite after bite of his cake. There was no rush or need to leave. >
He smiled.
Swallowing before speaking.
" Very good.
Tell me, why is it you invited me out.
What is your /goal/? "
Might as well come right out and ask.
He took bite after bite of his cake. There was no rush or need to leave. >
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑰𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵!
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ❤️ + 🔄
ᅠᅠ
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ᅠᅠ
- Dominant, Top
- Homosexual
- (N) sfw
- Dominant, Top
- Homosexual
- (N) sfw
The Mabosstiff protested with a grunt, sliding his finger across the screen in search of the ideal candidate. >
"Weren't you the one that said you wanted intimate meetups?
Well… then you should just try normal dating apps, instead of the hookup apps. Maybe score yourself a partner in the meantime."
And he grumbled again.
"I don't want to. Those guys just want to know the size of my dick. They're so superficial..."
The Mabosstiff protested with a grunt, sliding his finger across the screen in search of the ideal candidate. >
With a faint smile, the Mabosstiff closed the door and together they headed for the café.
Inside, they chose the most secluded and quiet table in the place: Grumps placed the order and, when it arrived, asked for an extra piece of cake for Tsathoggua. >
He'd say with a few neutral blinks.
Then the mastiff noticed and checking his phone saw that the address he sent was his home, not the cafeteria.
"Damn this junk!"
He returned with Tsatho somewhat embarrassed.
"Sorry, I don’t understand this device and have sent you my location by mistake....." >
With a faint smile, the Mabosstiff closed the door and together they headed for the café.
Inside, they chose the most secluded and quiet table in the place: Grumps placed the order and, when it arrived, asked for an extra piece of cake for Tsathoggua. >
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👈 ᗩᒍᗩ᙭. ᴄollege ꜰreshman, 20
• ʙisex (ꜰemale ʟean)
• ᴅumb ᴀs ʙricks, ʜot ᴀs ʜell
👉 𝕭𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖘. 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯. 43
• ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ 'ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ 2009'
• ʙisex (ᴍale ʟean)
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👈 ᗩᒍᗩ᙭. ᴄollege ꜰreshman, 20
• ʙisex (ꜰemale ʟean)
• ᴅumb ᴀs ʙricks, ʜot ᴀs ʜell
👉 𝕭𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖘. 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯. 43
• ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ 'ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ 2009'
• ʙisex (ᴍale ʟean)
Then the mastiff noticed and checking his phone saw that the address he sent was his home, not the cafeteria.
"Damn this junk!"
He returned with Tsatho somewhat embarrassed.
"Sorry, I don’t understand this device and have sent you my location by mistake....." >
He pulled out his phone and opened it, showing the address.
" Welp... Unless cafe was a euphemism, then we're at the wrong place. "
With plaid pants, a light blue shirt, and a darker tie, he was all set. All that was left was his gray diamond-patterned cardigan and his brown shoes. >
Then the mastiff noticed and checking his phone saw that the address he sent was his home, not the cafeteria.
"Damn this junk!"
He returned with Tsatho somewhat embarrassed.
"Sorry, I don’t understand this device and have sent you my location by mistake....." >
With plaid pants, a light blue shirt, and a darker tie, he was all set. All that was left was his gray diamond-patterned cardigan and his brown shoes. >
Texting, a good 15-20 minutes before the agreed time:
📱: Here.
With plaid pants, a light blue shirt, and a darker tie, he was all set. All that was left was his gray diamond-patterned cardigan and his brown shoes. >
And he grumbled again.
"I don't want to. Those guys just want to know the size of my dick. They're so superficial..."
"Dunno. It's a kink thing, surely. Probably along the same vein as calling people daddy or mommy…
But, uh… why not try the app out? Should be all set up now. See who's around! Maybe you'll find someone who's interested right away, now that your profile's set up… ish."
"Yeah, yeah.. it’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that. The truth is that brats are a bit rare... How can you like older ones having boys of your age?"
And he grumbled again.
"I don't want to. Those guys just want to know the size of my dick. They're so superficial..."
Upon receiving the photo, Grumps smiled in the privacy of his solitude. He was a handsome man.
He saved the photo immediately. It was his first friend in a long time.
>
🖼️- picture received
📱- also here is a picture of me since you took a picture of you initially.
📱- only fair after all.
Upon receiving the photo, Grumps smiled in the privacy of his solitude. He was a handsome man.
He saved the photo immediately. It was his first friend in a long time.
>
Grumps seemed quite animated after that impromptu encounter. He read Tsatho’s message and sent him a greeting emote and a dog. The mastiff was clumsy with his phone.
When he arrived in the evening, it was him who sent a message. >
" Looks good. "
He'd say as he texted Grumps' number a
📱- hey this is Tsathoggua
Now they both have each other's numbers.
" There.
Let me know when you want to go out. "
As if by reflex, he straightened his whiskers. He wanted to look handsome in front of that man.
"I-I hope look good; today I haven’t foamed my whiskers..."
Grumps seemed quite animated after that impromptu encounter. He read Tsatho’s message and sent him a greeting emote and a dog. The mastiff was clumsy with his phone.
When he arrived in the evening, it was him who sent a message. >
As if by reflex, he straightened his whiskers. He wanted to look handsome in front of that man.
"I-I hope look good; today I haven’t foamed my whiskers..."
He pulled out his phone and opened it. Prompted up a new contact screen before handing it to Grumps.
" Could you take a picture of your face for the photo as well? "
It would be curious to imagine that scene.
"Tsatho, right? I have an appointment with the doctor but I'd like to talk to you again... if you want. You want me to give you my number and we’ll have another coffee?"
As if by reflex, he straightened his whiskers. He wanted to look handsome in front of that man.
"I-I hope look good; today I haven’t foamed my whiskers..."
It would be curious to imagine that scene.
"Tsatho, right? I have an appointment with the doctor but I'd like to talk to you again... if you want. You want me to give you my number and we’ll have another coffee?"
His tone shifted a bit to one with a bit of suggestivity
"He taught history. At the beginning of my career I was in Literature but seeing how these brats were sleeping with my classes, I had fun hitting them on the head with the book so I went to History." >
It would be curious to imagine that scene.
"Tsatho, right? I have an appointment with the doctor but I'd like to talk to you again... if you want. You want me to give you my number and we’ll have another coffee?"
"Yeah, yeah.. it’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that. The truth is that brats are a bit rare... How can you like older ones having boys of your age?"
Name's Gummy! Glad I could help."
Big smile. Cute kitty.
"Shouldn't be too hard… for you, at least.
In my experience… a lot of people are into the older types. Like… "old enough to be your dad's dad" types."
With another growl he held the phone.
"Thanks for the help, young man. What’s your name?"
"Yeah, yeah.. it’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that. The truth is that brats are a bit rare... How can you like older ones having boys of your age?"
With another growl he held the phone.
"Thanks for the help, young man. What’s your name?"
You might not get much traction if you leave stuff like that out…"
Patting the dog on the back. The hookup app world truly wasn't a kind one.
The old hound grumbled annoyingly but also ashamed of the ridicule he was making before the boy.
"On top they think we are like a menu card!
Damn children...! Well, I don’t have a small dick but they're going to stay without knowing!"
With another growl he held the phone.
"Thanks for the help, young man. What’s your name?"
The old hound grumbled annoyingly but also ashamed of the ridicule he was making before the boy.
"On top they think we are like a menu card!
Damn children...! Well, I don’t have a small dick but they're going to stay without knowing!"
He's bewildered as the old man is! Did he really think this was as simple as clicking a button and getting laid?
"They… wouldn't want someone with a small dick, I guess."
He cleared his throat and tried to hide his embarrassment.
“I'm an old dog, why would they want to know... that...? I'm starting to regret these apps..”
The old hound grumbled annoyingly but also ashamed of the ridicule he was making before the boy.
"On top they think we are like a menu card!
Damn children...! Well, I don’t have a small dick but they're going to stay without knowing!"
"He taught history. At the beginning of my career I was in Literature but seeing how these brats were sleeping with my classes, I had fun hitting them on the head with the book so I went to History." >
He'd say as he sighed, setting his chin on top of his own hand, the hand held up by the elbow on the table.
" What subject did you teach? "
He sighed wistfully.
“I guess I've grown fond of those brats and can't forget them so easily.” >
"He taught history. At the beginning of my career I was in Literature but seeing how these brats were sleeping with my classes, I had fun hitting them on the head with the book so I went to History." >
He sighed wistfully.
“I guess I've grown fond of those brats and can't forget them so easily.” >
He'd chuckle.
" So...you're like ... an educator?
Coooool, how's that going for you? "
He laughed again. He seemed to feel very comfortable with Tsathoggua.
“It's been a long time since I've had a chat with someone other than a kid or a neighbor.” >
He sighed wistfully.
“I guess I've grown fond of those brats and can't forget them so easily.” >
He laughed again. He seemed to feel very comfortable with Tsathoggua.
“It's been a long time since I've had a chat with someone other than a kid or a neighbor.” >
Keep it coming and I'll be more than forgiving. "
He'd say in a flat tone, taking a bite of the cake.
He didn't quite know how to make amends, so he offered him a cake to go with his coffee.
“It's one of my favorite cakes. Consider it an apology for my stupidity.”
He laughed again. He seemed to feel very comfortable with Tsathoggua.
“It's been a long time since I've had a chat with someone other than a kid or a neighbor.” >
He didn't quite know how to make amends, so he offered him a cake to go with his coffee.
“It's one of my favorite cakes. Consider it an apology for my stupidity.”
But anyways, it was a name given to me by N'kai"
The mastiff let out a quiet laugh as he accompanied Tsathoggua on his coffee.
“And yours? It sounds... oriental.”
He didn't quite know how to make amends, so he offered him a cake to go with his coffee.
“It's one of my favorite cakes. Consider it an apology for my stupidity.”
The mastiff let out a quiet laugh as he accompanied Tsathoggua on his coffee.
“And yours? It sounds... oriental.”
But you can call me Tsatho if it makes it easier.
Nice to meet you Grumps.
...for a guy named Grumps, you are very nice. "
The mastiff complained a lot about insomnia.
“What's your name? Mine is Grumps.”
He offered his hand.
The mastiff let out a quiet laugh as he accompanied Tsathoggua on his coffee.
“And yours? It sounds... oriental.”
He cleared his throat and tried to hide his embarrassment.
“I'm an old dog, why would they want to know... that...? I'm starting to regret these apps..”
"No, like… uh… dick size.
Since you're using it for hookups— er, 'intimate meetings'… people are gonna want to know what you're working with down there.
But, uh… they might also want to know how tall you are in actual height, too."
The naive mastiff didn't understand what he meant. He wasn't used to using those apps. He had recently decided to meet more men, but he was still a little shy.
“Do they need to know if I'm tall or short? What weird people...”
He cleared his throat and tried to hide his embarrassment.
“I'm an old dog, why would they want to know... that...? I'm starting to regret these apps..”