Bi-Sexual Male / 23
I Tried Grindr And Now I’m In Love
Since I was young I’ve had this confusion about my sexuality. I only ever had emotional feelings for girls, and only ever dated them. But sexually, it was always the thought of men that turned me on the most.
Specifically, men in tights and pantyhose and stockings and panties and heels. Not full crossdressing, but that kind of underwear or lingerie on a man’s body really got me going.
But I’d always been too scared to try anything. This stuff turned me on but I knew I could never feel love for a man, so coming out as bi seemed unnecessary. And I grew up in a small town, one of those “everybody knows everybody” towns. So discreet hook-ups seemed out of the question.
But I moved to the city and I don’t know anybody here. So I downloaded Grindr to see if I could find someone who was just looking for some sex. And I’ll tell you now, there’s quite a lot. But this one caught my eye.
Their profile pic was just his legs in black nylon stockings with suspenders. You could see the muscular definition of his legs, and hair across the tops of his thighs… so I messaged him and he replied pretty quickly. He is 25 years older than me, but we’re both consenting adults and he looked good for nearly 50.
We got to talking and had a pretty good conversation, and I got butterflies in my stomach thinking about that night being the night I could finally explore my fantasy. So I asked if he was interested in hooking up.
And he said he was, but only if I could go to his place. Obviously theres some caution there but there weren’t any red flags so I agreed. I went to his place and you could tell right away he had money. Not mega rich but richer than I ever dreamed of.
I went inside and he really didn’t waste time. We were making out as soon as I’d entered his bedroom. I was nearly shaking with anxiety when I was going to his place and now I just felt so relaxed with him.
He had a big kink for pantyhose it turned out. He opened a drawer and it was full of them. All different colours, knee highs, thigh highs, footless, crotchless, thick, sheer. I only owned a couple pairs myself, and he literally had dozens. They fit me too, and so my first time with a guy I got to indulge in my lifelong fantasy and doing it in tights.
With the added plus of an experienced, toned, lovely man to guide me. But the point isn’t the sex, it’s what happened after.
He asked me to stay the night. And I liked fucking a man with tights, but cuddling sounded incredible too. So I said yes. And we barely slept, we spent hours talking and laughing and kissing and just bonding.
Eventually we did get some sleep, and when I woke up in the morning, I woke up with his arm around me and my hand locked in his. His nylon legs running along mine. And I just felt so comfortable and happy. He said good morning and I kissed him deeply and said good morning. It didn’t just feel like arousal, I could feel the warmness in my heart. I didn’t even think about sex at that moment, I only wanted to hold this man.
He had to go to work (he looks so good in a suit btw) and when he asked me where I worked, I said I did my stuff from home (I work in data analytics). He took a beat and then said that he could arrange to work from home that day too if I wanted to stay over. My heart fluttered and I said yes.
And I spent the whole next day with him, and the next day, and the day after, and the day after that. I love spending time with him. He’s not just hot. He’s sweet, and kindhearted and funny.
After that first week, he asked me if I wanted to make things official. And without thinking I just said “of course I do”. Tbh it already felt like a relationship. And now we are 3 months in and I’m making this post because… we moved in together!
I mean I’ve practically been living here since day dot anyway, but now my stuff is in and it’s not “his” place anymore, it’s ours. I mean it’s still mostly his since he makes way more money than me, but I can live with this dynamic.
I spend most of my days just relaxing here and wearing lingerie. Having the freedom to walk around all day in thigh high hold-ups and a nighty feels amazing, and to then have such a handsome man look and me and find me attractive like that, even better… I love him. I really really do. We haven’t had an argument once in 3 months, and it’s never felt like we needed to. He really is my perfect match.
And my family knows I’m bi now. Actually I didn’t even say bi, I told them I was gay. In the moment it just felt right. Maybe I’d been using girls as an excuse in the past, maybe what id felt for exes was real. But nothing felt as real or fulfilling as his love.
I have yet to tell them that he’s 48, because I feel that would be a bigger obstacle to overcome. But with his hand in mine, I know I can do it and that I will be happy as long as we are together.
Specifically, men in tights and pantyhose and stockings and panties and heels. Not full crossdressing, but that kind of underwear or lingerie on a man’s body really got me going.
But I’d always been too scared to try anything. This stuff turned me on but I knew I could never feel love for a man, so coming out as bi seemed unnecessary. And I grew up in a small town, one of those “everybody knows everybody” towns. So discreet hook-ups seemed out of the question.
But I moved to the city and I don’t know anybody here. So I downloaded Grindr to see if I could find someone who was just looking for some sex. And I’ll tell you now, there’s quite a lot. But this one caught my eye.
Their profile pic was just his legs in black nylon stockings with suspenders. You could see the muscular definition of his legs, and hair across the tops of his thighs… so I messaged him and he replied pretty quickly. He is 25 years older than me, but we’re both consenting adults and he looked good for nearly 50.
We got to talking and had a pretty good conversation, and I got butterflies in my stomach thinking about that night being the night I could finally explore my fantasy. So I asked if he was interested in hooking up.
And he said he was, but only if I could go to his place. Obviously theres some caution there but there weren’t any red flags so I agreed. I went to his place and you could tell right away he had money. Not mega rich but richer than I ever dreamed of.
I went inside and he really didn’t waste time. We were making out as soon as I’d entered his bedroom. I was nearly shaking with anxiety when I was going to his place and now I just felt so relaxed with him.
He had a big kink for pantyhose it turned out. He opened a drawer and it was full of them. All different colours, knee highs, thigh highs, footless, crotchless, thick, sheer. I only owned a couple pairs myself, and he literally had dozens. They fit me too, and so my first time with a guy I got to indulge in my lifelong fantasy and doing it in tights.
With the added plus of an experienced, toned, lovely man to guide me. But the point isn’t the sex, it’s what happened after.
He asked me to stay the night. And I liked fucking a man with tights, but cuddling sounded incredible too. So I said yes. And we barely slept, we spent hours talking and laughing and kissing and just bonding.
Eventually we did get some sleep, and when I woke up in the morning, I woke up with his arm around me and my hand locked in his. His nylon legs running along mine. And I just felt so comfortable and happy. He said good morning and I kissed him deeply and said good morning. It didn’t just feel like arousal, I could feel the warmness in my heart. I didn’t even think about sex at that moment, I only wanted to hold this man.
He had to go to work (he looks so good in a suit btw) and when he asked me where I worked, I said I did my stuff from home (I work in data analytics). He took a beat and then said that he could arrange to work from home that day too if I wanted to stay over. My heart fluttered and I said yes.
And I spent the whole next day with him, and the next day, and the day after, and the day after that. I love spending time with him. He’s not just hot. He’s sweet, and kindhearted and funny.
After that first week, he asked me if I wanted to make things official. And without thinking I just said “of course I do”. Tbh it already felt like a relationship. And now we are 3 months in and I’m making this post because… we moved in together!
I mean I’ve practically been living here since day dot anyway, but now my stuff is in and it’s not “his” place anymore, it’s ours. I mean it’s still mostly his since he makes way more money than me, but I can live with this dynamic.
I spend most of my days just relaxing here and wearing lingerie. Having the freedom to walk around all day in thigh high hold-ups and a nighty feels amazing, and to then have such a handsome man look and me and find me attractive like that, even better… I love him. I really really do. We haven’t had an argument once in 3 months, and it’s never felt like we needed to. He really is my perfect match.
And my family knows I’m bi now. Actually I didn’t even say bi, I told them I was gay. In the moment it just felt right. Maybe I’d been using girls as an excuse in the past, maybe what id felt for exes was real. But nothing felt as real or fulfilling as his love.
I have yet to tell them that he’s 48, because I feel that would be a bigger obstacle to overcome. But with his hand in mine, I know I can do it and that I will be happy as long as we are together.
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