Midnight Cafe Stories

[PretentiousWriter]

Disclaimer: basically just a collection of short stories and thoughts. It’s easier and at least I can complete my stories. 

How old is your love? - Part 1

 

Back in NS when time was the only commodity I had in abundance, I used to while it away on dating apps. 19 year old me was hot-blooded and eager for romance. Being gay can be lonely at times, and while one can certainly be happy by himself, I could not escape the occasional yearning for a kindred soul. In seeking my grandiose romance, I’d spend the days swiping on Tinder, or dragging down the Grindr homepage to reload it. 

 

This story will be about someone I met through Tinder. I’ll call him ‘Andrew’. Andrew, if you recognise yourself in this story, fret not, I’ll never expose your identity. 

 

Andrew was one of those guys whose profiles made my eyes light up. He was a doctor and studied at a good JC, with quite an appetising picture of himself at the gym. A hottie with brains is a no-brainer, and I worked hard to put my spell on him.

 

My mantra is that all good things should come in moderation. Be radiant, but never too bubbly; enigmatic without being cold; be interested but never give the game away. Of course, never veer too far off your actual personality. The narrative flow from text to meeting must be smooth. 

 

To put it plainly, Andrew was a nice guy to chat with, and I was smitten. Before we ever met up I was jerking off to fantasies about the hot doctor from Hwachong. 

 

It so happened that we met some time before my birthday, providing just the right amount of runway before we finally met up to help me celebrate. 

 

That night was special. He fetched me to a lovely cafe, and we made small talk in his car. Smiling was usually a tedious task during meetups with guys, but it felt easier with Andrew. He was pretty much everything I could desire in a boyfriend: successful, handsome, filled up his shirt with his puffy muscles, a great conversationalist. I was so happy I felt like I was glowing. 

 

At the cafe, Andrew offered to treat me to dinner. ‘Aww, thanks!’ I said. But in my mind that was a given. It was my birthday, and his financial prowess far exceeded mine. Not that I wasn’t thankful. I got chilli crab pasta and made a show of refusing drinks. They were expensive, I complained, which was true. But the point was to virtue-signal and appear that bit more attractive to Andrew.

 

Now at this point some of you may be dismayed, thinking that I’m an inauthentic prick who would eventually fail to keep up his ‘act’. Except, I wasn’t really pretending, because I wasn’t planning to spend Andrew’s money frivolously once I got him. And what exactly is our ‘true personality’? We all act differently before different people, and the first few dates with someone calls for us to show the best sides of ourselves. Our most authentic, uncontrolled selves are usually appalling, and refinement of our behaviour shouldn’t be a bad thing.

 

My little tactic worked. ‘No la, just order. It’s really not that bad,’ Andrew coaxed.

 

‘Are you kidding me? That’s like 2 chicken rice if I bookout. Maybe we could get a cheaper drink later elsewhere.’

 

I was playing the endearing heartland kid card, and it worked. Andrew pursed his lips with a resigned smile as I shut the menu with the tiniest tinge of regret. 

 

‘So how long have you been using Tinder?’ I asked Andrew.

 

‘For about a year maybe. But I’m not on it often because I’m usually busy with work.’

 

‘How’s your luck with it so far?’

 

‘Mmm...I’ve made a few friends. But most people there just want sex.’

 

‘So have you found anyone you liked?’

 

‘Haha - I’m attached.’

 

I felt my gut plunge and my blood freeze as my neurons fired off repeatedly: don’t drop the smile, don’t drop the smile, don’t drop the smile. The status quo had to be retained as I figured out the next step and the right reaction.

 

I can’t even remember what nonsense I talked about, but I steered the conversation away from Tinder and relationships. 

 

How could he not tell me on Tinder?! And why did I ever think I had a chance to get such a guy?! I oscillated between anger, embarrassment and disappointment, but none of those tangled emotions made it near the surface. My demeanour was otherwise calm and breezy - I was afraid of what Andrew might think if he detected that I was upset. After all, I didn’t think I had the right to be. I was a lowly NSF who had reached far beyond my league. What a fool. 

 

While eating my pasta I suddenly felt pathetic and wished it hadn’t been a treat. Beneath my smile I wanted to flee the cafe, and for some unknown reason, I wanted to cry.

[PretentiousWriter]

How old is your love? - Part 2

 

I’m someone who thinks more than I feel. It meant that in shitty situations, I didn’t sink into a cesspool of self-pity. I rationalised the situation for myself and moved on. However, rationalising is not invariably the same as being rational. 

 

Although I was upset that Andrew was attached, I told myself that he was never obliged to reveal this information before we met. This was never meant to be a date, after all. I simply misread the situation.

 

Somehow, in a bit, I felt much calmer. It didn’t matter anymore that I was out with someone who was in a relationship. I could see him as a friend. At least I wasn’t alone that night, as I often was on many others.

 

So we exited the cafe and strolled along the pavement, talking about our lives.

 

‘So how’s army for you?’

 

‘It’s much shittier now,’ I said, and by accident our arms touched gently. Ah, Andrew’s taut bicep. ‘BMT was so much better. All of us except this one guy clicked, and we supported each other. So well...BMT was physically strenuous, but we took the load off each other’s backs, quite literally. During a route march someone actually helped another guy lift his field pack because he was a bit CMI already.’

 

‘Wow. They sound like really great buddies.’ Andrew smiled, and my heart sang out for his handsomeness, though I preferred guys with double-eyelids. I must have been caught in a strange reverie. 

 

When we got into his car a wave of self-pity came over me. I felt that it was the first and last time Andrew and I would be meeting. He would return to his boyfriend who could savour that delicious body, while I would be back on Tinder swiping.

 

On the road back a jumble of thoughts coalesced in my head. My mind was in autopilot mode, probably because I didn’t want to know what it was thinking. But as it put two and two together, I felt my heart beating faster. Deep down I knew it was now or never, and I took the plunge.

 

‘So how often do you jerk off?’ I could see Andrew raising a brow from my mind’s eye.

 

‘Twice a day usually. In the morning and at night. You?’

 

Fuck. I exhaled, and my head landed on the headrest with a thud. The thought of this horny, virile doctor beating off his meat made me strain against my shorts.

 

‘Usually once a day.’ And then I added, ‘But because of staying in I’ve not done it this week.’

 

My heartbeat was pounding in my ears as I waited for Andrew’s reaction. A creeping sense of dread struck me. I may have made a terrible move.

 

‘Wow so you must be very horny.’

 

‘Quite.’ Please touch me, I wanted to scream. 

 

‘Are you gonna settle it when you get home?’

 

‘Why don’t you do it for me?’

 

At that moment Andrew turned to look at my crotch, and I noticed the tiniest smirk stretch across his lips. He finally reached over, first to caress my growing mound, and then to give a light squeeze. I felt so horny I couldn’t think straight. What I wanted - needed- was for this hot guy to make me explode. 

 

‘But where can I help you? Do you know a place?’

 

‘Yeah, there’s an industrial park near my place. It should be quiet at this time so it’s safe.’

 

While getting to our rendezvous spot Andrew had expertly unzipped my shorts, and was stroking me lightly. I had to stop him several times or I would’ve shot right there and then.

 

I grew impatient as he searched for a spot at the industrial park and parked between two trucks. The moment we hopped into the backseat Andrew leaned towards me, and tipped me chin up shyly. His closing eyes were the last thing I saw as I shut my own. It was one of the most intense make-outs I ever had. Most guys didn’t know what they were doing, but Andrew was skilled with his lips and tongue. He was always gentle, whether he sucked my upper lip sensually, or when he let my tongue into his mouth. 

 

But kissing wasn’t what we were there for. Andrew took off my shirt easily and kissed down my neck to my nipple. I let out a moan and jutted my back as if hit by an electric shock. 

 

I couldn’t stop expressing my delight as I ruffled Andrew’s hair and held him softly against my chest. When he pulled back I attacked his shirt buttons with desperation, hardly retaining any shred of dignity. The endearing heartland boy was gone, and in his place was a very horny teenager (I was 19!).

 

When Andrew’s maroon shirt was peeled off at last, I allowed myself a moment to marvel at his solid, muscled body. I trailed my fingers up his veined biceps and down his perky chest, then gave his nipple a light pinch. 

 

‘Do you like my bod?’ Andrew asked. He actually seemed shy and my heart wanted to break.

 

I decided actions spoke louder than words, so I pushed him into the seat and got myself onto his lap. The rest of our clothing came off and we made out more as I flicked his nipples with my fingers, until Andrew was just moaning into my mouth mindlessly. Oh my god I had reduced this doctor into a horny mess, and I could do whatever I wanted to him.

 

I left a trail of tender kisses down Andrew’s chest and sucked on his nipple, flicking my tongue against that hard, pointy nib. 

 

‘Oh my god...’ Andrew moaned. 

 

He placed his hands on my hips and I rocked myself against him. I made sure to rub my crevice against his hard cock, slowly at first, testing the waters. Andrew moaned, pulling me towards him to suck on my nipple. I rocked faster, and Andrew heaved in delirium, until he let out a sudden grunt and gave a sudden thrust of his hips. 

 

‘Fuck yeahhh!’ he moaned into my ear as a wetness smeared the opening of my hole.

 

I shared in Andrew’s afterglow vicariously through the relaxation of his tensed up face. His eyes slowly opened, and a hand pressed my face towards his. A warm buzz spread through me as Andrew’s lips curved against mine.

 

‘It’s your turn,’ he whispered. 

 

Andrew sucked on my nipple as he jerked me off, and I came hard. I was filled with an incredible horniness, and I shot all over his face and neck.

 

‘Ah!’ Some of it had sprayed into his eye.

 

‘Oh my god I’m so sorry! Shit!’ 

 

I didn’t know what to do but Andrew just laughed it off. ‘You really hit the bullseye.’

 

We got dressed and back in the front seats for Andrew to send me home. As I bid him goodnight and left the car, I knew we would meet again. And I told myself it was fine, that I wouldn’t fall for someone attached. 

[Guest lollapalooza]

very well-written! I sincerely enjoyed reading it and am looking forward to the sequels.

Thanks PretentiousWriter!

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[mijsdlog]

Well done. Relatable. The sexual tension was well described. A good writer is a keen observer of detail, and a master at leaving blank spaces in between for the reader to fill with his own images. I'll admit I'm having a physical reaction to this. Haha.

[PretentiousWriter]

How old is your love? - Part 3

 

Thinking back, there were many warning signs that I refused to heed. Andrew was attached and 10 years older. From our chats after the first meeting, I found out that he and his boyfriend were the perfect poster gay couple. They had met in university while pursuing their medical degrees, fallen in love, and gotten together.

 

I was pursuing the faintest of possibilities and knew it, even if I didn’t want to admit it. But what was Andrew doing on Tinder if he really was happy? If he was, why did he allow that night to happen? Enamoured and inspired by puppy love, 19 year old me was determined to find a chink in Andrew’s relationship. Finding that sort of connection on Tinder had been so difficult, and I didn’t want to lose it. The only way not to, was to progress. Casual flings would have led nowhere.

 

The only problem was that more warning bells were about to be rung. On our second meetup Andrew told me that his relationship had lasted 8 years. It made sense, given his age then. But that was something I had never calculated, and to hear it from his mouth was unnerving. 

 

Our second meetup ended in orgasms just as passionate. 

 

I had lied to my parents that I would be back late as I was celebrating my friend’s birthday at a chalet. The truth was that, near 11pm, I was camping outside Andrew’s flat with him. We were waiting for his father to fall asleep so that we could use his bedroom for our rendezvous. It was lame but thrilling, like we were exploring the beginning of something special. Already, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other on the stairs.

 

When Andrew decided it was finally safe to enter, we carried out the operation carefully. He was the first to unlock the gate and enter, thereafter texting me to come in quietly. I was so fearful as I tiptoed through his living room, which was lit by the soft red glow from an altar - what if his father decided to take a piss? Luckily, as instructed, I made it to his lit bedroom without fuss and shut the door. I heard Andrew shutting the main gate outside.

 

Andrew then came in and shut the door. He noticed me looking at his desk - I am a naturally inquisitive person. His desk, unlike mine, was neat and organised. Like me, however, he paid attention to detail, but in a different way.

 

Andrew slipped his arms around my waist in an embrace and rested his head on my shoulder. I turned around to look him in the eye.

 

‘What if I moaned too loud and your father heard us?’ I asked cheekily.

 

Andrew smiled in a way that made my heart ache. ‘Then you deserve to be punished.’

 

With that, he leaned in toward my lips, and never had I been kissed so tenderly. 

 

We stumbled clumsily and fell on the bed, where our clothes were flung on the floor like they were a nuisance. Andrew rested my back on a pillow against his headrest as he attacked my nipples - my favourite spot of pleasure. 

 

He did it like an expert, sucking and nibbling on one while flicking the other with his finger. I was moaning with my eyes tightly shut. 

 

‘Mm...you like that?’ 

 

Lost in ecstasy, my only viable response was to moan even louder as I ran my fingers through his hair. 

 

‘Fuck yeah...I love your moans,’ Andrew said in a raspy voice.

 

And I could only writhe and call out in bliss, like one of those boys getting pleasured in Japanese porn. 

 

 It only got better. Andrew’s mouth soon traveled lower, and my back arched involuntarily when he tongued the left of my hipbone to my right. Never did I know that that part of me could be so sensitive. Doctor Andrew was schooling me on the human body.

 

But my favourite lessons were still the ones I had learnt before. I knew what was coming up when I felt a tongue lick the slit on my hard rod and then around its cap. When the lips wrapped around my cock, I sighed in relief. Andrew went slow at first, licking me as he went up and down. And down he went, using his throat to do things to me that I couldn’t fathom. 

 

Things got serious, fast. Andrew was soon slurping on me like the recoil system of a machine gun, rhythmic and fast. His hands reached up to fondle my nipples. I opened my eyes and it was a sight to behold. This doctor was working so hard to make me feel good, and this itself made me incredibly horny.

 

The stroking of his lips against my dick head made me slowly realise I wasn’t going to last too much longer. 

 

‘Eh, if you keep going, I think I’m going to cum.’

 

My warning fell on deaf ears.

 

‘You really want me to cum ah? Eh!’

 

Still no response as Andrew’s head bounced up and down my cock. Seeing this man want my cum so bad filled my chest with an inexplicable sweetness, and I wanted to fulfil his wish. In moments, I was past the point of no return. I moaned quite uncontrollably, thrusting my hips into Andrew’s mouth as I shot jet after jet of my essence down his throat. It was an orgasm so intense I swear white spots dotted my vision while my eyes were shut.

 

I felt almost like I had given birth, heaving weakly while I lay still on the pillow. Andrew’s Adam’s Apple thrust downward - once, twice as he swallowed the liquids I imparted him. 

 

Blowjobs had never been my favourite way to cum. In fact, I’ve barely ever came from one. So as I bathed in the afterglow, and in the dim light from the table lamp, I felt all my doubts disappear. I allowed myself to be enveloped in a feeling I never had before. 

 

I pushed Andrew down and clambered on him. Looking down into his eyes, I told him, ‘I really like you.’

 

‘Me too.’

 

I buried my face in his neck - it was his turn to cum. 

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Part 4 plsssss

[yuquidam]

Oh yes, Part 4 pleeeease.

[yuquidam]

@PretentiousWriter Beautiful writing. I luv it!

Edited June 6, 2020 by yuquidam

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Waiting for next part ..

 

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On 6/4/2020 at 8:36 PM, PretentiousWriter said:

How old is your love? - Part 3

 

Thinking back, there were many warning signs that I refused to heed. Andrew was attached and 10 years older. From our chats after the first meeting, I found out that he and his boyfriend were the perfect poster gay couple. They had met in university while pursuing their medical degrees, fallen in love, and gotten together.

 

I was pursuing the faintest of possibilities and knew it, even if I didn’t want to admit it. But what was Andrew doing on Tinder if he really was happy? If he was, why did he allow that night to happen? Enamoured and inspired by puppy love, 19 year old me was determined to find a chink in Andrew’s relationship. Finding that sort of connection on Tinder had been so difficult, and I didn’t want to lose it. The only way not to, was to progress. Casual flings would have led nowhere.

 

The only problem was that more warning bells were about to be rung. On our second meetup Andrew told me that his relationship had lasted 8 years. It made sense, given his age then. But that was something I had never calculated, and to hear it from his mouth was unnerving. 

 

Our second meetup ended in orgasms just as passionate. 

 

I had lied to my parents that I would be back late as I was celebrating my friend’s birthday at a chalet. The truth was that, near 11pm, I was camping outside Andrew’s flat with him. We were waiting for his father to fall asleep so that we could use his bedroom for our rendezvous. It was lame but thrilling, like we were exploring the beginning of something special. Already, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other on the stairs.

 

When Andrew decided it was finally safe to enter, we carried out the operation carefully. He was the first to unlock the gate and enter, thereafter texting me to come in quietly. I was so fearful as I tiptoed through his living room, which was lit by the soft red glow from an altar - what if his father decided to take a piss? Luckily, as instructed, I made it to his lit bedroom without fuss and shut the door. I heard Andrew shutting the main gate outside.

 

Andrew then came in and shut the door. He noticed me looking at his desk - I am a naturally inquisitive person. His desk, unlike mine, was neat and organised. Like me, however, he paid attention to detail, but in a different way.

 

Andrew slipped his arms around my waist in an embrace and rested his head on my shoulder. I turned around to look him in the eye.

 

‘What if I moaned too loud and your father heard us?’ I asked cheekily.

 

Andrew smiled in a way that made my heart ache. ‘Then you deserve to be punished.’

 

With that, he leaned in toward my lips, and never had I been kissed so tenderly. 

 

We stumbled clumsily and fell on the bed, where our clothes were flung on the floor like they were a nuisance. Andrew rested my back on a pillow against his headrest as he attacked my nipples - my favourite spot of pleasure. 

 

He did it like an expert, sucking and nibbling on one while flicking the other with his finger. I was moaning with my eyes tightly shut. 

 

‘Mm...you like that?’ 

 

Lost in ecstasy, my only viable response was to moan even louder as I ran my fingers through his hair. 

 

‘Fuck yeah...I love your moans,’ Andrew said in a raspy voice.

 

And I could only writhe and call out in bliss, like one of those boys getting pleasured in Japanese porn. 

 

 It only got better. Andrew’s mouth soon traveled lower, and my back arched involuntarily when he tongued the left of my hipbone to my right. Never did I know that that part of me could be so sensitive. Doctor Andrew was schooling me on the human body.

 

But my favourite lessons were still the ones I had learnt before. I knew what was coming up when I felt a tongue lick the slit on my hard rod and then around its cap. When the lips wrapped around my cock, I sighed in relief. Andrew went slow at first, licking me as he went up and down. And down he went, using his throat to do things to me that I couldn’t fathom. 

 

Things got serious, fast. Andrew was soon slurping on me like the recoil system of a machine gun, rhythmic and fast. His hands reached up to fondle my nipples. I opened my eyes and it was a sight to behold. This doctor was working so hard to make me feel good, and this itself made me incredibly horny.

 

The stroking of his lips against my dick head made me slowly realise I wasn’t going to last too much longer. 

 

‘Eh, if you keep going, I think I’m going to cum.’

 

My warning fell on deaf ears.

 

‘You really want me to cum ah? Eh!’

 

Still no response as Andrew’s head bounced up and down my cock. Seeing this man want my cum so bad filled my chest with an inexplicable sweetness, and I wanted to fulfil his wish. In moments, I was past the point of no return. I moaned quite uncontrollably, thrusting my hips into Andrew’s mouth as I shot jet after jet of my essence down his throat. It was an orgasm so intense I swear white spots dotted my vision while my eyes were shut.

 

I felt almost like I had given birth, heaving weakly while I lay still on the pillow. Andrew’s Adam’s Apple thrust downward - once, twice as he swallowed the liquids I imparted him. 

 

Blowjobs had never been my favourite way to cum. In fact, I’ve barely ever came from one. So as I bathed in the afterglow, and in the dim light from the table lamp, I felt all my doubts disappear. I allowed myself to be enveloped in a feeling I never had before. 

 

I pushed Andrew down and clambered on him. Looking down into his eyes, I told him, ‘I really like you.’

 

‘Me too.’

 

I buried my face in his neck - it was his turn to cum. 

So did he?