30-year-old BOYS (ManxMan)

Prologue - Grindr

Prologue – Grindr

Overnight sex is now a downloadable app. But beware. It carries a very potent virus called love.

~ Daniel Cheng

Daniel is sitting relaxed at a Starbucks. He is wearing an expensive black suit. His one leg curved over the other as he stirs his tall latte with two shots of espresso. He stirs the coffee with his right hand and picks the phone with his left, fingering it to figure out how to download the mobile app called Grindr.

He has a very fat thumb. And it moves up, down, left, and right, thumbing and searching for the accursed mobile app which, at thirty years of age, is his first time to ever encounter, “Buddhammit,” he curses and uses Buddha’s name because he’s Chinese and prefers his God all fat, smiling, and happy.

He finds technology amusing because he is born in the 80s. He is very old-fashioned and doesn’t believe in having the latest Apple product. But he does enjoy playing video games and have recently bought all the consoles. Xbox being his current favorite, “Where is that damn Grindr?” he grits his teeth, hard.

He leisurely takes a sip of his over-caffeinated drink without giving mind to work that is waiting for him. And he has good reason to because he is CEO of a Fortune 500 company and has all the time in the world to enjoy his coffee and observe other people, “Oi! There it is!” his eyes grow wide and he bites his lower lip, anticipating for the download to complete as he puts his phone down beside his coffee.

“Stupid Starbucks with very slow Wi-Fi,” he mutters under his breath as he shifts in his seat.

Daniel is a Chinese businessman and dabbles in many trades, from the largest enterprises to the smallest businesses – oil refinery, real estate, fast-food chains, and clothing lines. Should the world end tomorrow he is not the least bit afraid. He already has tickets to Mars, thanks to his billion-dollar membership with a secret NASA project. He’s also a member of the Mile High Club, which is stupid because he never had sex on a plane, let alone had sex in his entire life.

He is a virgin, a hopeless romantic who has sworn to Buddha that his penis will stay untouched until he finds the right man who will blow, fondle, grope, lick, massage, touch, ride, and suck it.

His phone vibrates and he startles. Finally his download is completed. He is clearly excited because he wastes no time and tries out the mobile app, registering and thumbing through the many gay, bi, and curious men within a ten mile radius who can possibly be his prince charming.

He snaps a cute selfie of himself and giddily posts it on his profile. Within seconds he has gotten a ping from a man whose picture is of Edison Chen, not his real self, “Stupid poser,” Daniel grumbles, ignoring the horny contact who messaged him asking if he can lick his boner tonight.

He thinks long and hard whether the app is any good. His thoughts stretch longer than the Great Wall of freaking China as he contemplates the many Chinese people who are having sex at the moment and if he will ever do the same. He has no pressing need to add to the rising population of China, but he does crave to put his Chinese sausage to good use once he finds the right man.

He chokes on his coffee when he finds a profile whose face he likes. His heart beats frantic as he responds to the guy’s invitation, thinking to himself how tall the guy is or if he is as well-endowed as he is. For an Asian fellow, Daniel is quite big. It is often thought that Asian men have pinkies for penises. But some do have very impressive dongs. And Daniel is one of them.

“Huang Lau,” he whispers the guy’s name he found on Grindr. Daniel can’t stop smiling. And even if they are yet to meet, he cannot help but feel excited, because after years of focusing on work and abandoning a personal life, he will now have the time to actually enjoy the fruits of his labor and possibly find love.

Huang Lau says he’s thirty-two, a couple years older than Daniel is. Daniel doesn’t mind this however as he pockets his phone and stands, snapping his fingers at his bodyguards as they usher him to his shiny black car, “King’s Road,” he tells his driver as they navigate through the hustle and bustle of Hong Kong.