Troy's Experiences : Salsa and "Tip" (Part 1) (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

Hey hey! Just wanted to share another story from my life - this one actually happened about four years ago. I had matched with this guy named David on tinder. He was a little chubby, wore glasses, and was taller than me. A fashion stylist by profession but carried himself with that perfect mix of straight-boy energy and fashionista charm.

He had a cute, soft-spoken vibe. Short brown hair, bubbly face. We hit it off quickly. Flirted for a few days, moved to Snapchat. We’d send each other those random "day in my life" snaps. And yeah, there was a fair bit of sexting too. Fun, playful, nothing too serious.But then life happened. He got busy with work; he was styling for some brand at the time and the chatting slowed, then stopped altogether. I was still in college, so I just kind of... forgot about him.Until one random Friday morning.

I was half awake, scrolling through my phone in bed when a Snapchat notification popped up.

David sent you a snap.

My eyebrows shot up. David? I hadn't seen his name in a while; maybe even a couple of weeks.

I tapped it open.

It was a mirror pic. He was standing in his bedroom, shirtless, in nothing but tight white underwear. The kind that leaves very little to the imagination. His hair was messy like he’d just woken up, and he was biting his lip in the mirror. There was a tiny smirk at the edge of his mouth.“Uhm... good morning to you too,” I replied.

He responded in seconds:

I know it's been a while. Just woke up horny. Got done with a big project and was free this weekend. First person I thought of was you.

I grinned into my pillow.

Aww, I’m flattered. That’s a hell of a bulge to wake up to.

That was Friday. By Saturday evening, I was in an Uber headed to his place.------------He buzzed me in. I remember standing in the lobby, already a little nervous. I hadn’t seen him in person before; just snaps and texts and a lot of imagination. When he stepped out of the elevator, it hit me how tall he really was. He smiled when he saw me, then pulled me in for a half hug.

“Hey, stranger,” he said.

I was still grinning when we stepped into his apartment.

But then...I froze. His flatmate was sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. David hadn’t mentioned a roommate. He’d said he had the house to himself.

“Hey man,” the guy said, barely looking up.

David looked calm as ever. “This is Troy,” he said. “From work.”I blinked. From work? I looked like a college twink in a baggy hoodie. There was no way his roommate believed that. But I played along.We went straight into his bedroom. It was cozy. His bed was unmade in a cute way, and he’d set up his iPad at the foot of the bed with Netflix playing. A bowl of fries and some nachos sat between two pillows, and a warm blanket was folded at the edge.

I laughed. “I didn’t know this was a date-date.”

He shook his head, grabbing a fry. “It’s not. I was watching before you came.”

I looked at the screen. Brooklyn Nine-Nine. “Oh my god. I love this show.”

“Yeah?” he grinned. “Let’s watch.”

So we did.We sat on his bed. Me still slightly stiff. Him relaxed. Five minutes in, he nudged the fries toward me. Ten minutes in, he dipped a nacho into the salsa and fed it to me. I bit down, and a bit of sauce stayed on my lip.

“Hold on,” he said, voice low.

He leaned in and licked the salsa off my mouth. Just like that.

I laughed, half flustered. “Damn. Maybe I should put some on my neck too.”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Bet.”

He reached for the bowl, dipped his finger in the salsa, and smeared a tiny dot just below my jaw. Then leaned in, tongue warm against my neck, licking it off.

I gasped. My whole body felt like it lit up. I could feel his breath when he pulled back, hovering just an inch from my skin.

“What about your roommate?” I whispered.

He kissed below my ear. “Don’t worry. He won’t bother us.”

Then he reached over and turned the iPad volume up with the show still playing in the background.Then he reached over and tilted the iPad a little, setting it closer to the edge of the bed so the volume could fill the room. Brooklyn Nine-Nine played on, the laughter track and background music acting like a casual sound barrier loud enough to drown out any sounds we might make.

Our clothes started coming off slowly after that. Not rushed or frantic. Just peeled away between grins and touches and quiet tension. I slipped my hoodie off. He pulled his shorts down.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. And when he threw his shorts to the floor; I saw him fully. His cock hung there - semi-hard, uncut, somewhere around six inches. Not too long, not too thick. Just the right kind of cock that made you feel both relieved and excited. Like you wouldn’t have to work too hard to take it, but it was still enough to feel every inch. The skin was a little flushed, the pink tip peeking through the foreskin slightly, and his thighs tensed just a little when he noticed me staring.

He caught my eye and gave a lazy smile. “Go on,” he said. “I’ve been horny since yesterday morning.”

I reached for it, fingers curling around the base.

His body twitched. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Your hands”are so soft

I looked up at him and laughed softly. “Well… my lips would be softer. on that cock”And that’s how the night unfolded; less of a date, more of a hands-on, pants-off kind of evening. Brooklyn Nine-Nine played on in the background while I slid my body down leaning into David's crotch. David shifted slightly, his legs parting just enough, eyes locked on mine.There was something about the way he looked at me; like he’d been waiting the entire day for this moment.

And maybe… so had I.------------------------------------------------Note: I want to give you guys the most realistic, true, and to-the-T description of what actually happened with David. There’s a Part 2 linked below and Part 3 to follow right after.Quick heads-up: I did mention that David’s roommate was home but just to be clear, this isn’t that kind of story. No unexpected threesomes, no wild twists. He didn’t join in, and we weren’t interrupted. I was just surprised David wasn’t alone like he said he would be. Also, no anal in this one but trust me, it was still a night to remember. Simple, hot, and the kind of hookup that lingers long after you’ve walked out the door. (Quite literally in my case)Troy's Experiences : Salsa and "Tip" (Part 2)