Page 17 of In Plain Sight

“Was that good for you?”Sinbin asked shyly.

“Amazing,” I said honestly.

“For me too.”

“So are you glad you swiped right on me?” I asked, pulling the hair tie I’d used to put my hair back free so the strands fell around my shoulders.

He let out a giggle that was way too cute. “Almost as glad as I am that you swiped right on me. I think I can officially say I’m a fan of phone sex.”

“Glad to be of service.”

“I should go clean up,” he said reluctantly. “I’m a mess.”

“I am too.” I glanced down at my chest. It had been a few days since I’d come, and my load was huge. “Goodnight, Sinbin.”

“Goodnight, Nice.”

I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the bed beside me. Carefully, I tugged off my tee and used it to wipe up the mess on my stomach. When I was mostly clean, I tossed the shirt in my hamper, then raked my hand through my hair to push it back from where it had fallen into my face.

That wasn’t what I expected to happen when I logged in to Kinksters tonight. I’d come home after work the same as I did every Friday night, but instead of welcoming the silence, it had felt heavy and oppressive.

I took a shower, then spent the next few minutes puttering around and trying to find something to do until it was time to go to bed.

Nothing appealed to me, and I finally settled on my bed and logged in to Kinksters to try and chase away the loneliness hovering over me.

I liked being alone. I preferred having my own space, and I didn’t feel the need to change that.

But there were times when the constant solitude got to be too much and I needed some sort of human connection, even if it was just a shared orgasm with a stranger on the internet. Going out and finding someone to hook up with wasn’t an option, and I’d long since given up on apps like Grindr. Sticking my dick in someone wasn’t what I craved, and a quick fuck with a stranger usually left me feeling worse than if I’d just stayed home and taken care of things myself.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy sex. I did, even if I didn’t have it often. I just didn’t really enjoy people. I wasn’t some antisocial asshole who shunned everyone I met, but I didn’t have much of a social battery, and going out and being in crowds stressed me out.

Kinksters was a way for me to get off with someone in real time. It was a safe place where I could be myself and indulge in things I couldn’t in real life.

Like I told Sinbin, I’d had an account on there for years, but I didn’t log on often. The last time was about a month ago, and I’d only opened the app to check out some new profiles and window shop, so to speak. The last time I’d talked to someone on it wasalmost six months ago, and that had been underwhelming at best.

Most of the encounters I’d had on here were similar. There was lots of awkward small talk and strained silence while I felt them out and figured out what they wanted. Sometimes we could get into a groove, but other times it was a struggle to get us both off, and I had to really work for my orgasm.

What just happened with Sinbin was unlike anything I’d ever expected or experienced. He’d been so responsive and honest. And the amount of trust he’d shown affected me more than I cared to admit.

Grabbing my phone, I re-opened Kinksters and went to his profile. I’d given it a cursory glance when he messaged to make sure there weren’t any red flags but hadn’t looked too closely at it.

I didn’t care what the person I talked to looked like, but Sinbin’s photos were one reason I’d answered his message so quickly. He was exactly what I usually wanted in a guy.

Clicking on his gallery, I enlarged the first photo so I could take a better look at it. Unlike a lot of men on here, Sinbin didn’t have any full nudes. The closest was a photo of him pulling a shirt tight against his hard cock, creating an impressive outline of both his dick and his pecs and showing off his well-muscled thighs and arms.

I liked that he left a little something to the imagination. I had nothing against guys who showed it all, but there was something alluring about the mystery.

His other pics were the same as every other guy on here, including mine. Headless, shirtless torso shots. Most were taken in front of a mirror, but one shot was of him on a beach.

I clicked on it and slowly dragged my gaze over his body. I couldn’t be sure because his photos didn’t have anything I could measure his height against, but he looked like he was a big guy.His broad shoulders and thick arms glistened in the sun, and his low-slung board shorts showed off a tight and toned stomach and a pair of strong, thick legs. A light smattering of blond hair on his chest tapered into a darker treasure trail, and his pecs were defined and full.

It was rare to find someone with his build who enjoyed the same things as me.

Exiting out of his gallery, I re-read his bio.

Sinbin~ just a regular guy looking to have some fun. No names. No meetups. No repeats.

It didn’t say a lot about him, but it said enough. The only detail on his profile was his age, which was listed as twenty-six. I had no idea if that was accurate, but I’d listed my real age and assumed others did the same.

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