Closing the app, I opened his photo once more. This isn’t a real person, I told myself. I’ve been burned before: sometimes the pic I get sent is the person – 15 years ago. Or 50 pounds ago. I get we all may embellish from time to time: an inch shorter than the profile says or 10 pounds over what’s listed. I doubt I weigh the 200 I told him – more like 208. But sometimes, it’s not even the same person at all! My eyes burned every detail into my brain: his dark brown skin, his big willing eyes, perfect smile and hair. Everything. So why was I getting into the shower if I thought it was all a farce?
The past six weeks hadn’t been fun. Between family and work issues, I also just went through a breakup after almost ten years. Maybe I was too young to start a relationship. No! It wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t the one that cheated. Sure, I wasn’t totally innocent – I’m not perfect. But I didn’t deserve what I got. So, it’s been a while since I’ve ‘been’ with anyone other than my right hand. And even then, when I did jack off (which wasn’t often), it wasn’t enjoyable. Though it was more enjoyable than what some guys online had recently offered. I was in a rut, as they say. And I needed shocked out of it.
Rinsing off the soap, I let the water cascade down my body – its heat penetrating my body. As I rubbed myself with the exfoliating mitt, I verified with myself that I still had a good body. Not like when I was 21, but for being in my early thirties, it was good. Just as good as some guys five years younger than myself. I braced myself against the shower tile wondering why I get the dud guys like I do. I’m a good guy, have a nice body, good smile and sense of humor. I’m active but not crazy busy. I turned off the shower and stood there, water dripping off of me. I just didn’t get it.
Stepping in front of the mirror, I wiped off the accumulated steam and looked at myself nude. Maybe there’s something I’m just not seeing. I draped the towel over my shoulders and turned, my head remaining focused on my reflection. The right amount of hair in the right places, not weird birthmarks, decently muscled…I turned further…still got a nice ass and package (though, to be fair, those things were never questioned by myself or anyone I was ever with – I literally do quite well in those areas). Giving up I shrugged, swiped on some deodorant and finished getting ready.
I looked in the mirror one last time before heading out. Hair is on point, shirt is nice and pressed showing off just enough chest and arms but not being obnoxious, stubble is perfectly trimmed and shaped and jeans are tight but not too tight. I spritzed on two doses of cologne, sighed, and walked out of the bathroom. Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door to my car.
The evening was warm and relaxing as I walked into the coffee shop. Fortunately, it wasn’t too busy so I grabbed a table in the corner where I could see him come in the front door. Before I left, I checked my phone and had no message from him, causing butterflies in my stomach on the way here. Still thinking I’d be stood up I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the app once I was seated and ‘comfortable’. A message. I read it and felt a bit more confident. He (his name is Tony) said his ETA was 8:20PM. My phone showed 8:17PM. Tony also said he’d be wearing a green polo, jeans and sandals. I replied that I was already there, where I was sitting and what I was wearing. I closed the app and, to pass a few minutes, I opened one of my games. This particular one seems to calm me when I’m nervous, which was helpful tonight, watching the time in the corner of my screen. 8:19PM. 8:20PM. 8:21PM. 8:23PM.
I closed the game and stood up, sliding the phone in my pocket. “Stood up” I said quietly to myself. I looked up ready to walk away and coming in the shop on the far corner was the most beautiful black man I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen Michael B. Jordan many, many times) wearing sandals, shorts and a green polo. Then there was that face – the same face in the photos he sent me. But holy damn, why did he only send me phots from the neck up with a body like that?!? For a second, he scanned the room looking for me, smiling once he recognized me. I stood there in amazement that 1) he came and 2) he’s the person in the photo.
“Mike?” he asked when got close enough.
“Uh...yeah. Yeah. Yes! Hi” I replied, still caught in his presence like a rogue comet being pulled into a planet.
“Hi. Sorry I’m a bit late – I had a hell of a time finding a place to park” he explained, the tone of his voice more calming than any game I’ve played as of late.
“It’s.. OK. No problem” I replied, standing there like a fool.
“Can we sit?” he asked, tilting his head slightly flashing a good smile.
“Please” I said, finally regaining some composure. “What would you like to drink? My treat.”
“Oh thanks! Latte would be fine” he replied.
Returning with our drinks, I sat down. “Thanks for meeting tonight” I started off.
“I was happy to. I don’t have too much luck with those apps around here” he replied.
“Really? Why’s that?”
“Either the guy’s not my type initially or we meet, and he’s lied about something major” he replied, causing me to laugh.
“Sounds all too familiar” I replied.
We spent the next hour or so chatting, all the while I was expecting him to tell me he’s a serial killer running from the Feds. Or his boyfriend to make an appearance. Maybe he’d kick me under the table (I had a friend that had that happen so don’t laugh or roll your eyes). But nothing like that. Just good conversation from a sexy man that smelled so damngood.
We got to know each other over that hour or so pretty well. He was an easy conversationalist and quite bright – his maturity belies his 26 year old self. He told me his childhood dog just recently died.
“Sorry to hear that. I don’t know what I’d do when it comes time for Baltar” I said.
“Who’s Baltar?” he asked.
“My dog. Didn’t I tell you?”
“No! Oh my god I love dogs. Let me see let me see!” His whole demeanor changed from mature, sexy man to a giddy child. It was endearing to see this man, who’s bigger than me in height and width, make such a complete transformation before my eyes. Of course I showed him Baltar’s photos on my phone.
“He’s beautiful” he said.
“Thanks. That’s my boy” I proudly proclaimed.
“He’s just like his dad” he said, leaning back on his chair and looking directly into my eyes. I felt my cheeks blush. “I’d love to see him sometime” he flirted, his sideways smile and arched eyebrow indicated his intent. Was this an offer? Just being flirty? I’ve been out of the hunt for so long I wasn’t sure. But I relied on my instinctual game, which I had in spades back in the day.
“He’s there right now. You’re welcomed to stop come in and see him” I said, putting it all out there. His face made the ‘oh really?’ face.
“Sure. I’d love that” he replied. I sighed a sigh of relief – I still had it, my ex- be damned!
“I parked down the street. Where did you park?” I asked.
“Come with me. I’ll drive you to your car” he offered.
I followed him out, admiring his ass – an ass which I was jealous of. His polo’s color was perfect for his warm, caramel colored skin and, with each step, it allowed his muscles to catch the light of the coffee shop just right. He drove me to my car and said he’d follow me back to my place.
The whole car ride home I was anxious and nervous. I don’t even remember what was on the radio and as a musician and music fan, that’s rare for me. I checked my breath in the darkness of the car as I drove, reaching in the glovebox for a mint. I wanted to be ready – just in case.
“Nice place” he said, as he walked in.
“Thanks” I replied.
“But you know why I’m here!” he exclaimed. “Where is he?”
I wanted into the spare room and opened Baltar’s cage. He bounded out past me, knowing someone else is here. By the time I got around the corner, Baltar and Tony are rolling around on the floor.
“B!” I yelled. “Stop!” I wasn’t sure who was having more fun – Tony or Baltar.
“It’s ok it’s fine!” he yelled and Baltar licked and rolled around with him on the floor. Lucky dog, I thought, as I finally called him off of Tony.
“He’s a peach!” he told me. “Makes me miss Maggie” he said, his eyes welling up.
“Hey now. No sadness here tonight!” I said, grabbing his shoulder. It was firm and soft at the same time.
“Want something to drink?” I offered.
“Sure” he replied, pulling himself together. I tossed him a bottle of water and offered a seat on the sofa. Baltar finally settled down into his spot as I turned on the TV.
“Oh man. You’ve got dog hair on your shirt. Here:” I said reaching for the pet roller. I rolled it over his torso, felling it rise and fall against his muscles. He’s built more than he looks, I thought. “There. That’s better” I said, brushing the last few dog hairs off his chest, slower than normal, enjoying the feel of his body.
“Thanks” he whispered. “And I was wrong.”
“About?” I asked, still pulling off imaginary dog hairs from his shirt as an excuse to keep touching him.
“Your dog is cute. But his person is hot” he whispered as he reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to his. Our lips met and, at first, and I tasted his warmth while smelling his cologne. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hard before, but with the touching and now the kissing, I was at full mast.
We kissed, our lips and tongues exploring new territory, feeling each other up – him tasting me and me tasting him. Once we pulled away, he placed his forehead on mine.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night” he whispered.
“Why did you wait?” I whispered back.
“I wasn’t sure if you want to or not” he replied. I stepped back.
“Why would you say that?” I asked.
‘I wasn’t sure if I was your type, you being so sexy and all” he admitted.
“You want to see how much of my type you are?” I asked, almost annoyed he’d think such a thing. I grabbed his hand and placed in on my, literally, throbbing cock.
“How that for my type?” I asked with a grin, my game now back in full force – or so I thought.
“That works for me” he said as he pulled me towards him once again, this time with more passion that I expected. He backed me up past Baltar and up against the wall. He moved his mouth down the side of my neck, causing me to whine like a lost child before he latched on it like a starving vampire. It’s been a long time since someone’s done that to me. I had to push him away or I was going to bust a nut right there.
“What? Sorry!” he panted.
“No no. It’s good. Real good” I laughed. “I just needed a break for a second – catch my breath!”
As my heart rate returned to normal, I looked at his green polo. I knew it had to go.
“Take that off” I commanded.
“You first” he countered, throwing me off my game. I’ve always been the dominating one in this situation. Maybe, today would start my more submissive role. I did as he said, tossing my shirt on the sofa. He broke out into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Wow” he said. “You’re….”
“What?”
“Perfect” he replied, grabbing my hand and placing it on his dick. My god. I could feel the heat generating off of it like a stove top! He reached down and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on top of mine – foreshadowing. His chest was full and firm and flat, with a small dusting of hair in the middle and a few around each nipple. His stomach was smooth except for a small patch around his belly button.
“Now that’s perfection” I said, instinctively falling to my knees. Baltar knew what was up and headed to his cage. I pulled at his belt like a Wildman, finally freeing his shorts and pulled them down to the floor, feeling his hairy legs in the process. His boxer briefs were stretched to the limits trying to hide from me what I wanted more than ever. I nuzzled my face against his visibly pulsing piece of meat, the heat coming from it causing my cheek to tingle. I ran my hand up the back of his legs to that ass, feeling every inch of it before I grabbed his waistline and pulled down his underwear. Out flopped the biggest, most perfect dick I’ve ever seen personally in my life. I’m not small in that department – good length and thick. But nothing like Tony. I looked up at him as if begging for future mercy, my mouth watering and my own dick already soaking my jeans through my own boxers.
Grabbing it by the base, I pulled it up, exposing his smooth balls that were hanging there like a set of grandfather clock pendulums. I focused on the wet drop on the slit and tasted it. It was sweet and warm. I wrapped my lips around the flared head causing him to moan slightly. Being up for the chore, I slowly slide my mouth down along his shaft, wetting it with my tongue, until its head hit the back of my throat. Taking a breath, I forced it down my throat further and further until my nose was resting against his shaved pubes. I squeezed it for all I was worth – he seemed to like it. Pulling off to the head ridge, then back down, I picked up the pace, but I knew there was something else I wanted to do with it.
Standing up I said to him “It’s been a while since I had anyone inside of me. I think tonight’s the night.”
“First things first” he said, as he bent down, removed my jeans and boxers and returned the favor. He had a technique that was amazing but kept me right on the edge. Every time I’d think I was close and ready to push him off of me, he switched it up and all my juice would return from a full on boil to a simmer. Time and time again he did this to me, to the point I was barely able to stand up.
“That’s enough!” I yelled pushing him off of me. He looked up at me, smiled, stood up and lead me into the bedroom by my wet, tortured dick.
“You’re gonna’ need lube” he stated matter-of-factly. I pulled the nightstand drawer open, almost pulling it out entirely. I dropped on my back on the bed and tossed him the bottle. I watched as the light from the other room spilled onto his profile, reflecting off his ever shinier shaft. All I heard was the sound of a dick being wetted by a hand full of lube and my heart beating in my ears.
He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed them back to my chest, leaving me enough room to peer through the gap in my legs. I watched him position himself – seeing individual muscles flex as he arranged his body to meet mine. I felt that gigantically thick head hit my hairy balls, the slide down my taint until it found my hole. Electricity flowed through my body like a steady running stream. I knew it’s been years since I’ve bottomed and never had I had a real thing this big. So, I took a breath and tried to relax, keeping my head where I could watch.
At first it was pressure, then the heat of a hot iron piercing me. My ass tried to fight it, but it was no use. Tony was about my height but weighed more and was stronger. The weight, his strength and determination pushed his head into me. I yelled and dropped my head to the bed, unable to watch.
“You OK?” he asked, his voice caring and patient.
“Yeah. Please. I just need it so bad” I found myself pleading.
“You got it” he growled. I looked up through the pain expecting to see a demon based on his voice, but it was still Tony, just a different, more determined Tony. He pushed in; a lot faster than I anticipated. In an effort not to have the cops called, I grabbed the pillow behind me and covered my mouth as I screamed like a stuck pig. Tears filled my eyes as each inch pushed into me. I didn’t measure but I’m sure he was working with at least nine inches of length. Length isn’t the worst part though. It was the girth. With each inch of length I’d bet he had ½ an inch of width. Fortunately, unlike me who is thicker at the base, he was the same width from base to flared head. What seemed like hours finally came to an end when I felt his body resting on my ass.
“Wow. I think that’s the tightest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure to be in” he said, his face now inches from my own.
“Holy F-…” I started to say before he started pulling out, my tightness causing suction, taking my insides with him. I groaned with pain and pleasure. “Holy F-…” I started to say again as he dropped himself back into me, showing my insides back where they started. His weight and force crush what air I had in my lungs out. I looked back at him and he smiled. I’m sure my face was distorted enough for him to know I was enjoying myself. That’s when it started.
Without much sympathy, and no hesitation, he started slamming into me like I’ve been taking that thing for years. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I could barely moan or groan. I heard the wet slap of skin on skin, his heaving breathing and whatever noises I could make as he laid on top of me and punished me. Just like I needed.
As I was getting into a rhythm, he pulled out completely, with an audible pop, causing me to gasp for air. He grabbed my legs and rolled me to my side, pulled my ass towards him and, mounting me again, shoved that gigantic thing back inside me. He held me down by my shoulder as he rammed into me over and over again. A couple minutes later, he pulled out and lubbed back up. I relaxed my body as best I could as I turned to see him. The streetlight cascaded through the slightly opened blinds and I could see how it reflected off of his glistening caramel skin.
“Nicest ass I’ve ever had. Tight and hairy. Just how I like it!” he said as he grabbed my ankles and pulled my rear off the edge of the bed. Looping my legs over his sweaty shoulder, I felt that dangerous head on the rim of my hole as he pushed forward, the head finally popping inside, before the crumpled on top of me to get his balance.
By now, my hairy stomach was wet with my own preload. As he pushed himself to an upright position, his hand grazed my wet stomach.
“Look at all this!” he exclaimed. He ran his finger through it and stuck them in my mouth. I could taste a combination of my own juices and his sweat, as well as smell his cologne still. He hooked his fingers in my mouth and went crazy on my hole. Hard, fast, slow, deep, form the top, from the bottom, from the side, down then up, up then down… For fifteen minutes or so he worked me over to a point where I thought I was going to pass out.
Then, without warning, he released me, pulled out and climbed on top of me. Before I could even catch my breath, he straddled me, grabbed my pleaded cock, and sat down on it. His smooth balls slapped my wet stomach and his heavy monster landed at the bottom of my ribcage with a thud. His chute squeezed my dick as he rocked around, back-n-forth, moaning as he held tightly to the base of his own pole. He rose up and down a few times, him milking my piece like it’s not been milked before.
I didn’t even get a chance to get into a rhythm before I felt his already tight ass clamped on my dick then, a second later, I felt a hot jet of liquid hit my face. Then another squeeze and another jet hit my chin. Then another squeeze than a volley of hot ropes landed on my chest. I counted six of seven before I lost control and blasted up inside of him. His body shook as he relinquished the last of his jizz, but I was still pumping him full of my own genetic material. The best I could manage with this much weight on me was small thrust, but I did the best I could – getting all those swimmers up there as far as I could.
He looked down at me, his face inquisitive as I kept pushing more seed into him. He finally pulled off of me, causing my still shooting member to drop its last couple of shots on my already soaked body. He crumpled next to me, our chests heaving up and down like an in sync engine. In silence our breathing returned to normal.
“Damn” he said, his voice almost hoarse. “That was – amazing!”
I tried to speak but couldn’t. My hole and lungs were on fire, my throat, punished earlier by the deep throating that beast, was now dry from what breathing I could muster in the last thirty-or-so minutes. All I could do was look at him, smile, and shake my head ‘yes’. He laughed as his now cooling load rolled off my ribcage to the sheets. And I didn’t care. I wanted to feel every one of his sperm wiggle their way across my skin while they could. We laid there until Baltar came into the room to investigate the noises and, I suspect, the smell.
“I think I need a shower” I admitted.
“Me too” he said. I was game. He pulled me of the bed, my legs weak, and we walked into the shower. I watched, saddened, as his semen was washed away down the drain. But we had to clean up, and we did. Within ten minutes, we were both dressed, and he was heading towards the door. We said our goodbyes and, made plans to meet up this weekend. I watched that sexy ass mo-fo walk to his car and leave. I closed the door and hobbled to the couch to sleep, wondering what next weekend would hold for us. I can wash the sheet tomorrow, I thought, as I fell asleep, Baltar laying on the floor next to me.
