Grindr sexdate at Udyog Bhavan Metro Station
Rahul stepped off the crowded metro train, his chubby frame squeezing through the throng of commuters. At 5’7″, he felt the press of bodies against his soft belly and moobs, the fabric of his shirt clinging slightly from the humid underground air. He pulled out his phone, thumbing open Grindr out of habit. The app was his escape in these monotonous commutes, a spark of excitement amid the daily grind.
A notification pinged almost immediately. Nearby: Rohil, 5’11”, slim build, just 50 meters away. Rahul’s heart quickened as he tapped the profile. The photo showed a lean guy with sharp features, dark hair tousled just right, and a sly grin that promised mischief. ‘Hey, you on this train?’ Rohil’s message read.
Rahul typed back quickly, his fingers fumbling a bit. ‘Yeah, just got off at this station. You?’ He glanced around the platform, scanning the sea of faces for someone matching that photo.
‘Blue shirt, heading to the exit. Spot me?’ Rohil replied.
Rahul’s eyes locked on a tall, slim figure weaving through the crowd in a fitted blue tee that hugged his narrow waist and hinted at toned abs beneath. Their gazes met across the platform, and Rohil’s grin widened. He nodded subtly, and Rahul felt a rush of heat flush his cheeks—and lower.
They converged near the escalators, the noise of the station fading as they exchanged awkward hellos that quickly turned flirty. Rohil’s voice was smooth, confident, his eyes roaming over Rahul’s fuller figure with clear appreciation. ‘You look even better in person,’ Rohil said, leaning in close enough for Rahul to catch the faint scent of his cologne.
‘Flatterer,’ Rahul chuckled, his moobs rising with the breath he took. They chatted as they walked, the conversation flowing from work gripes to shared interests, but the undercurrent was electric—Grindr’s unspoken promise hanging between them.
‘Wanna get out of here?’ Rohil asked, his hand brushing Rahul’s arm.
Rahul hesitated, then nodded. ‘Bathroom? It’s risky, but…’
Rohil’s eyes lit up. ‘Lead the way.’
They ducked into the men’s room at the edge of the station, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. It was late enough that the place was mostly empty, just the echo of dripping faucets. They slipped into the largest stall at the far end, locking the door with a click that sounded louder than it should.
Inside the cramped space, the air thickened with anticipation. Rohil turned to Rahul, backing him gently against the cool tile wall. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding together as hands explored. Rohil’s fingers traced the curve of Rahul’s belly, dipping under his shirt to pinch a nipple on one of those soft moobs, eliciting a muffled groan from Rahul.
‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ Rohil murmured against his mouth, his slim body pressing forward, hard cock already straining against his jeans.
Rahul’s hands roamed Rohil’s lean back, pulling him closer. He could feel the difference in their builds—Rohil’s wiry strength against his own plush give—and it turned him on more. He fumbled with Rohil’s belt, yanking it open, then shoved down the zipper to free that throbbing cock. It sprang out, long and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum.
Rohil gasped as Rahul wrapped his chubby fingers around it, stroking firmly from base to tip. ‘Yeah, just like that.’ He retaliated by popping open Rahul’s pants, shoving them down along with his boxers. Rahul’s shorter, thicker cock bobbed free, nestled in a thatch of dark hair, his balls heavy below.
They stroked each other roughly, breaths coming in pants, the stall walls seeming to close in with the heat of it. Rohil broke the kiss to drop to his knees, his slim frame folding easily. He looked up at Rahul with dark, lust-filled eyes before leaning in to lick a stripe along the underside of his cock.
Rahul’s head thunked back against the tile. ‘Shit, Rohil…’ Rohil’s mouth engulfed him then, hot and wet, sucking deep while his hand cupped Rahul’s balls, rolling them gently. Rahul’s moobs heaved with each bob of Rohil’s head, his fingers tangling in that tousled hair, guiding the rhythm.
But Rohil wasn’t done teasing. He pulled off with a pop, standing to spin Rahul around. ‘Bend over,’ he commanded softly, and Rahul complied, bracing his hands on the stall door, his chubby ass presented. Rohil spread those cheeks, spitting into his palm to slick up his fingers before pressing one against Rahul’s tight hole.
Rahul pushed back, moaning as the finger breached him, stretching slowly. Rohil added a second, scissoring them to open him up, his free hand reaching around to jerk Rahul’s cock in time with the thrusts. ‘So tight… gonna feel amazing around my dick.’
‘Please,’ Rahul begged, his voice echoing faintly in the stall. Rohil withdrew his fingers, lining up his cock instead. He pushed in steadily, the head popping past the ring of muscle, then sliding deep into that welcoming heat.
They both groaned at the fullness. Rohil gripped Rahul’s hips, his slim fingers digging into the soft flesh as he started to thrust—slow at first, building to a steady pound. The slap of skin on skin filled the stall, mingling with Rahul’s whimpers and Rohil’s grunts.
Rahul reached down to stroke himself, his moobs bouncing with each impact. Rohil leaned over him, one hand sliding up to tweak a nipple, the other bracing against the wall. ‘Take it, yeah… fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.’
The pace quickened, Rohil’s hips snapping harder, chasing release. Rahul came first, his cock pulsing in his hand, cum splattering the stall floor in thick ropes. The clench of his ass around Rohil’s dick pushed him over the edge—Rohil buried deep, flooding him with hot spurts.
They stayed locked like that for a moment, panting, before Rohil pulled out with a wet sound. He grabbed some toilet paper to clean them up roughly, both chuckling breathlessly at the absurdity and thrill of it.
‘That was insane,’ Rahul said, pulling up his pants.
Rohil grinned, zipping up. ‘Best commute ever. Grindr magic.’ They slipped out separately, exchanging numbers with promises of more—next time, somewhere less public.
