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The night went by too fast. It started with just a meek_"hi"_ from a faceless Grindr profile. One message after another, you pried him out of his shy shell until he would respond with more than just a few words. First you learned he was in his late 30s, then that he had been single for a while and was looking to explore dating again. He said that people didn't like him for his body, but he'd been going to the gym for the last three months to try to look better. He said he was really trying, but kept getting put down again and again. This is just some internet guy - why trust his sob story? It's now or never - you can't go getting attached to every sad sop who comes up to you. You asked to trade pics. He clammed up again. Your phone buzzed a whole five minutes later.

"ok you first"

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You sent off the cookie-cutter Grindr pic every guy has - phone in hand, posing and flexing shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror, the frame cutting off just as not to show your face. You're no Calvin Klein model - hell, you weren't even exceptionally fit and had started to pick up a bit of a gut. Nonetheless your slim frame and semi-firm chest and arms looked decent enough, especially when you slid into a nice jockstrap like you did in the picture. You watched your screen as the image popped into the chat, and you saw the 'sent' indicator immediately change to 'read'. You sat a few moments, waiting for something in return. Nothing. You closed your phone. Guy was clearly an image collector. Your phone buzzed a minute later.

"damn you look rly nice in that jock"

Appreciation is well and good, but you need to know if you need to prep to wreck someone's asshole tonight. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, about to ask to see anything this guy has to offer. Before you could hit send, an image popped into chat. It was a lion in the same canned pose. Both hands tightly gripped his phone to his chest and rested on a tuft of hair between his rounded pecs. You could see the ends of a lion's mane and maybe even a beard at the top of the frame, the hair trailing into a thin line of fuzz that traced across his chest and down over his gut into a bush that puffed out over the waistband of his underwear. By your assessment, he wasn't in too terribly out of shape - his chest appeared pillowy but clearly concealed muscle. His belly was hardly a bad thing either - you knew yourself that as you aged it was almost impossible not to pick up a little bit of a gut.

This guy looked good, like a soft plushie that could also break someone in half on command. You could imagine him waking up in the morning, scratching his fuzz-coated belly and giving it a few light pats before letting out a big roaring lion yawn. Then he'd proceed to stroke his morning wood and... well you wanted to see a bit more of him before meeting up. Just below the pube bush that stuck out over his waistband, you could spy the beginnings of a decent bulge before it cut out of frame. If you could just see his thick cock... your phone buzzed in your hand, shaking you out of your fantasy.

"hello? you there?"

He must have thought you blocked him like others before. You nervously fumbled over the keyboard."yeah man you look real good. def see the gym gains. wanna show more?" Horny brain seems to have taken over for a moment. You swiped through your gallery, scanning it for the most impressive dick pic you could find to send back to him. He responded.

"I don't rly do that. wanna go out first?"

Why not? You live close to a decent bar."Sure," you said. Moments later he sent you an address which you popped into your maps app. It was the address for a nice Italian restaurant way out of your price range. Damn, this guy really is a little stale on the dating game, but he was clearly trying and the cuteness of it made you blush a bit. You counteroffered and sent him the address of a bar near your apartment. "How about here? the food's good and there's a dj tonight." He responded. "I don't really go to bars often." He clearly needed help to come out of his shell, but you didn't want to push it. "I promise we can leave the moment you feel uncomfortable."

Silence.

"ok."

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You agreed on a time and place to meet up. You threw on a plain set of gym shorts, t-shirt, and sandals before heading down to the parking lot behind the bar. The sun was beginning to set and a cool breeze was settling on the town. In the amber sunlight, you saw him nervously round the corner into the lot. "Hey!" you shouted, causing him to jump. He had gone a little more formal than you - he had on slacks and a button-up shirt. As he walked over, the anxiety drained from his face, revealing a smile. You didn't ghost him like he had feared.

He shot a look over your body. "We ready to go in?" He asked with a tinge of hesitation. You dropped your hand on his shoulder and gave him a good squeeze, feeling a mass of muscle ripple under your fingerpads. "Hey man, don't be so nervous," you said. You massaged his shoulder until he seemed to release some pent-up energy. "Before we go in," you said, giving him a pat on the shoulder, "we need to fix this." You reached down and untucked his shirt from his waistband. Before he could speak, you interjected. "You've gotta loosen up, man. Have a good time. If you don't like it, we can leave." He gave you a coy grin before he reached his thick arms up, grabbing you by your biceps and holding you in place. He wanted to play tough. He leaned in a bit, his breath rolling over your face. "Promise?" he asked in a manner that made him seem threatening and innocent at the same time.

You leaned forward to plant a small peck on his nose. "Promise."

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The bar was starting to get noisy as night settled. From the moment you walked in the door and led the way to a corner table away from the crowd, the lion had a finger hooked on your waistband, following you like a pup. You settled down at the corner table and, over the din of the rambunctious crowd, you whispered into the lion's ear. "Comfortable yet?" He was clearly a pinch nervous, but getting used to things. "It's nice... you want drinks?" Bold move on his part. You grabbed his hand and led him to the bar, ordering a Jägerbomb for yourself, while he went for a more laid-back martini.

You walked back to your table, sipping your drinks. The lion seemed to have loosened up. The crowd began to pack the bar as the DJ began to play. You hung back with your lion. He bounced up and down with the beat, his hand slowly slipping over to grab your ass. The bartender brought over another two rounds of drinks, the lion eagerly lapping down his while you went a little slower. By now he had loosened the top button of his shirt and was fully comfortable as the bar became a raucous crowd. The lion turned and grabbed you by the waist, pushing you against the wall. Fortunately, no one could see his display. He dipped down and whispered into your ear. "You're my first guy, you know that?" The alcohol on his breath betrayed the fact that he likely was telling the truth. He pulled away, perhaps stunned by his own admission. You gestured for him to come closer so he could hear you. His belly pressed against you as his ears hovered near your lips. "Wanna go back to my place?" you pitched the obvious question. He grabbed you by the hips and bucked his groin against you before leaning down to semi-yell in your ear over the rowdy crowd.

"Yes!"

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You both stumbled down the sidewalk, him grabbing your hand. Your brain was a bit foggy, but you saw well that this wasn't the lion you walked into the bar with. He walked with a strut and swagger like he owned the world. He released your hand only to unbutton the rest of his shirt, freeing his chest and belly to air out in the nightly breeze. He again grabbed your hand, glad to be led along as you walked back to your apartment. "Ya know, we didn't do much, but I've had a really nice night." He squeezed your hand. "Yeah, I had a fun time too," you said. "So... the thing you said about me being your first guy..." you panned the question only to fade out. He piped up. "Yeah man, I mean, like, if you wanted, you could be my first guy. First, like, anything ever." He sobered slightly as he stumbled over his words. "Nobody wants a chub around here," he continued, "especially not a chubby virgin."

You stopped in your tracks, your hand dragging him back to you in the middle of the sidewalk. You had a snarl on your lips and he looked frightened for a moment. Your angry expression didn't match the strong yet gentle and touching tone with which you spoke to him. "Listen right fuckin' here, big boy. We've been out all night having a good time. Did you see the other guys checking you out at the bar? Did you see their eyes pop as you slammed that one shot? Did you see them practically slobber as you undid your shirt by a *single* button?" The lion looked at you in shock. You continued. "Did you miss the fact that I've been drooling all over you since we met? Don't you ever, ever , say nobody wants you here. You're a fucking stud as you are and, if nobody else, then I want you here." His upper lip slightly quivered before he whispered in a low tone. "But I've still never been with a guy." You grabbed his bulky body and pulled him into a tight hug, pressing him against your body. He almost sounded as though he was about to let out a whimpering sob.

You raised your lips to his ear. "I'd love to help you with that. We can work through it. Together."

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You unlocked the door to your apartment and ambled inside, followed by the larger lion. You flung your sandals into a corner as you tore off your t-shirt. You flung it over onto the laundry machine and opened the fridge to browse your beer collection. You asked the lion if he wanted anything. He just mumbled before you turned around. He was frozen on the spot. You walked over to him and slid off the rest of his unbuttoned shirt before embracing him. He loosened and slumped over onto you, wrapping you in a far tighter embrace. He was nearly crying as he whimpered before you. "Thank... thank you... no guy has been like this to me ever." You reached your hand up to grab his jaw, bringing him in so you could plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. He reciprocated, albeit clumsily, but he tried. You reached over into the fridge again. "You want that beer then?" He answered in the affirmative. You chucked the can over to him, grabbed one for yourself, and walked over into your bedroom.

He cracked open the can and slowly nursed it. His nervous shell was coming back. He sat next to you on the bed and you leaned over to reassure him with the same promise you always kept. "If you're ever uncomfortable, let me know. If you don't like it, let me know. I want you to be happy. Promise." He leaned over onto you, his large frame becoming more pliant. He nervously whispered out his next words. "Promise?" He was so soft, so innocent. You could only answer in the affirmative. "Promise."

Without warning, he slammed the rest of his beer, letting out a loud belch as he finished the can. There was the lion you saw at the bar, the lion who was confident enough to unbutton his shirt to let his chest and gut breathe freely in the night air, the lion who'd grab your ass for fun in the bar. He slid off his slacks and mumbled. "These damn things..." You could barely contain yourself as you saw the jockstrap he wore for the occasion - he knew what he wanted and what was going to happen. You sat your beer on the nightstand to pull down your gym shorts and briefs, revealing your semi-hard cock. The lion gasped half in surprise. You gave him a pat on the shoulder. "It's alright, bud. You can show me what you've got." He slowly slid down his briefs to reveal his half-hard uncut cock. He flopped back on the bed, perhaps out of confusion or frustration. His cock still bobbed there.

You approached gently. You were his first guy, his first ever. "I'm gonna see what you taste like, okay?" He only grunted in affirmation as he let out a loud belch in the air. You lowered your head onto his member, your tongue teasing him and half slipping under his foreskin. He moaned uncontrollably, never knowing such a feeling before. His cock jumped about before you seized it in your mouth. As expected, he tasted of stale cum and piss. He'd never with a guy before. He never even knew what another guy felt like. You meant to change that.

You laid him onto his back with little resistance. Your head dipped low to fully embrace his maw, which he accepted. He was fully passive, tongue slopping as you dug into him. You ended up humping his cock, feeling his pre slicking your bellies. You grabbed his chest and rutted your groin against him, demanding his full cries as you drew his load out of him.

He whimpered as his foreskin slid along his cock. A pearl of pre dripped out of his tip before it was replaced by a garden hose of his salty goodness slathering his abs. Before long the room was filled with his whimpers as you ground your cock against his. You leaned low and whispered into his ear. "I'm gonna cum all over your dick." That must have set him off, because he immediately began to buck his cock up to tease your pubes and milk his cock of pre. It wasn't long before he was panting and moaning. You leaned down into his ear. "Cum for me." You rutted your crotch hard against him and felt his cock throb as he began to spurt. You reached down to grab his member and ensure your lion was milked fully. His pubes were matted with cum. His tongue hung lazily from his mouth as he faded away in ecstasy. It might not be how he imagined it, but he had been with his first guy. You gave his chest a good scratch. He was spent and had no other option but to sleep in your bed. You couldn't complain. You curled up next to the hunk who'd awaken as a new man.