Keen interest

Looking around on Grindr was a strange experience, a unique combination of excitement and worry. I was constantly being sent messages, even though the only picture up on my profile was a shot of my hard cock concealed in my grey sweatpants, creating a prominent bulge. My bio read; 'Just looking around', nothing anybody ought to get very hot over. But every single time I went online I'd get a new message from someone. Half of them were from empty profiles, lacking both a picture and any personality whatsoever. They'd always open the conversation by just saying; 'hey', which annoyed me to no end. What was I supposed to do with that? Why was it always up to me to actually start a half decent conversation.

In reality I knew that most men weren't on the dating app to make pleasant conversation, they were there to get laid. I'd been struggling with admitting to myself what the exact reason was why I was on the app, I hadn't dared to meet up with anyone yet...

As I stared out of the window in my empty office, seeing the streets down below mostly empty as the day dragged on and on, I found myself drawn ever closer to the fantasies perusing the forefront of my mind, so close I felt as if I could touch them with my finger tips. Just then my phone buzzed, another notification popping up. A profile from a man just called 'J' had sent me a message. He asked me how I was doing and what it was that I was looking for. What a prudent question, I thought. I clicked on J's profile and stared at his picture, he was very handsome. He had short brown hair and a thin, athletic frame, the picture showed him by a poolside, reclined in a lounge chair. His face had soft features and his eyes were a very pretty green. I felt a tingle in my chest and knew immediately that I wanted to know more about this stranger.

'Heyy, I'm good! How about yourself? I'm not sure what I'm looking for on here TBH, just having a bit of fun.' I decided to keep it light, hoping to make it seem as if I was a very casual, laid back person, not wrecked by anxiety.

J responded almost immediately. 'I'm good too, thank you. Oh yeah? Just window shopping? I'm sure you've got plenty of options...' Perhaps it was my own imagination convincing me of something, but I as I read his message, I could not escape the thought that J was jokingly teasing me, hoping to get some particular reaction out of me.

'Hahaha, I suppose. What are you looking for?' I thought about what to write for a long while, suddenly completely unsure of what the right thing to say was.

'Well... I noticed we're like less than a mile away from each other and I'm about to be on my lunchbreak. Was honestly hoping to suck a nice juicy dick.' With eyes wide I stared at the message, my cock hardening at the thought of shooting a hot load down this guys throat. Fuck, it quickly became all that I could think about. I looked around me again, making sure once more that I actually was alone in the office. I shook my computer mouse to wake the screen back up and checked if I had received any more e-mails. None again. Was I really considering this? Was I really going to cheat on Katherine with some stranger I met online? Better yet, a man, better yet, in my office building? It seemed crazy, completely radical, insane and out of the question. Yet when my fingers began typing again, the message they wrote was something my own head couldn't wrap itself around...