Swipe Right for Him

It started with a late-night swipe. I wasn’t even sure why I matched with him—he was way older. But something about his eyes made me pause. They were kind, warm, and held a depth of experience that intrigued me. I was Rishabh, 22, a shy college student exploring my sexuality for the first time, and Aryan, 41, was everything I wasn't: mature, calm, and direct.

Our conversation started innocuously enough, but as the nights wore on, I found myself looking forward to his messages more and more. Aryan was patient, never pushing, always respectful. He let me set the pace, and I appreciated that more than he knew.

One evening, as I lay on my hostel bed, phone in hand, I decided to take a chance and send him a voice note. "Hey, it's Rishabh," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to say... I like talking to you."

His reply came a few minutes later, a deep, soothing voice that sent shivers down my spine. "I like talking to you too, Rishabh. More than you know."

Our texts turned into voice notes, and soon, we were video calling. Seeing him on my screen, his quiet smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners—it did something to me. I felt a connection, deep and electric, that I couldn't ignore.

When we finally decided to meet in person, I was a bundle of nerves. But Aryan put me at ease the moment he walked into the café. He was tall, his hair flecked with silver, and his presence was comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night. We talked for hours, losing track of time, and when he suggested a walk, I agreed without hesitation.

The night was cool, the street lights casting a soft glow on the pavement. Aryan walked close to me, his hand occasionally brushing against mine. I could feel the spark, the unspoken tension between us, and I wanted more.

We stopped by a quiet park, the sound of distant traffic fading into the background. Aryan turned to me, his eyes searching mine. "Rishabh," he said, his voice soft. "Can I kiss you?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. He leaned in, his lips gentle against mine. The kiss was slow, exploratory, a dance of tongues and soft moans. I melted into him, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Aryan's hands roamed my back, his touch firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me flush against him, and I could feel his hardness, a promise of what was to come. I arched into him, my body responding eagerly, my breath coming in short gasps.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged. "Let's go back to my place," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

I nodded, unable to form words, and let him lead me back to his car. The drive was a blur, my mind racing with anticipation. When we got to his apartment, he led me straight to the bedroom, his hand never leaving mine.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. Aryan turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, down my neck, making me shiver with anticipation.

"You're beautiful, Rishabh," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I've wanted this for so long."

I reached up, cupping his cheek, my thumb brushing gently against his skin. "So have I, Aryan. So have I."

He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a fierce kiss, his hands exploring my body with a hunger I hadn't expected. I responded eagerly, my body arching into his touch, my hands roaming his back, his sides, his hips.

Aryan's hands moved to my shirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it, exposing my bare skin. He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing gently, making me shiver with pleasure. His hands explored my chest, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden under his touch.

I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Aryan's mouth followed the path of his hands, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.

My hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to take more. He obliged, his mouth moving lower, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me arch off the bed with a cry. His hands worked on my belt, my pants, pushing them down my hips, freeing my cock.

Aryan knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine as he took me in his hand, stroking slowly, teasingly. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Aryan," I panted, my voice a plea. "I'm close."

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, and took me into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue swirling, his suction perfect. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place as he took me deep.

My world narrowed to the sensation of Aryan’s mouth on me, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Aryan," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

He pulled off, a wicked smile on his face. "Not yet, you're not," he said, his hand still stroking my cock, keeping me on the edge.

I whimpered, my body aching with need. Aryan stood up, his body pressing against mine, his mouth capturing my own in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dueled, our bodies moving in sync, our cocks aligning, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure through me.

Aryan’s hand reached between us, wrapping around both our cocks, stroking them together. The sensation was intense, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Aryan," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

"Let go, Rishabh," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "I've got you."

With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my seed spilling between us. Aryan followed soon after, his own orgasm racking his body, his cock pulsing in my hand.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I looked into Aryan’s eyes, seeing a depth of emotion I hadn’t expected. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"Rishabh," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're incredible. And I want to explore this, explore us."

I leaned into his touch, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I want that too, Aryan," I whispered. "More than you know."

And in that moment, I knew that my world had changed forever. Aryan had seen the real me, accepted me, and loved me for it. And I was ready to embrace this new journey, this love, this life—all of it.