This is a completely true story of the impossibly great sex that happened to me this week.
I got a message on adam4adam from a guy who was in town just for the night. He had no picture. His stats were alluring, but his profile was titled "To be filled out later" and the text said, "This will be completed at earliest convenience." Why did I even bother to reply to his message? I don't know. I never reply to people without pictures, but he said he had some to trade, and that he was a muscular and masculine white man, so I said why not. Gave him my email address.
One of the pictures was of his torso in boxers. He was nicely hairy and had a great V-shape, but the resolution was too small to see if he had any abs. The next pic was of his penis, very out of scale and seemed only semi-hard. I hesitated. And then thought, "Who am I kidding? This is probably the best I can get." I'm a lean and hairy Pakistani guy, 25, kind of nerdy, only 5'8" and I weigh 145. I was really liking the idea of a big muscular man to get naked with, even if I didn't know what he saw in me. So he didn't have a face pic. Big deal. I'd just keep my eyes low. I replied and said "Where can we meet?"
He had a hotel room that he would drive me to at midnight. Midnight. I was a bit apprehensive, and I asked him to send me a face pic. He did reluctantly. He had a big jaw and salt and pepper hair, but there was some weird lens distortion going on. Oh well, he wasn't missing an eye or anything.
At 11:30 I got a text. "On my way." I put two condoms in my pocket, a packet of lube, and went downstairs. Even now as I write this I feel pretty nervous, so I must have been very nervous at that point. Would he be completely unlike his pics? Would he be gruff or completely uninteresting? Would he be a serial killer? Another text message arrived. "In the area." I locked the door and stood on the corner outside my house, and the expected silver Toyota pulled up slowly.
I got in before I had time to reconsider, sat down and said, "Hi." Got a look at him. It might have just been the dim light but he looked way better than his pics. His face was rugged, and his hand resting on the steering wheel was thick and just a little furry. I could see the outline of his large thighs under his light jeans, and his blue track jacket barely hid his chest. "Hey, I'm Jesse," he said. I told him my name, and, because it was the way I had played this through in my head, I leaned over and kissed him. Just a peck, a bit off center, but he kissed back that closed the deal for me. He was real.
His hotel room, it turned out, was almost a twenty minute drive away. How would we fill that time? Too much conversation can kill a hookup. Or so I thought. Jesse started talking, and his resonant voice just held me. You might say he had a very straight-sounding voice. I say he had the voice of someone who might have grown up on a farm. It was deep and mellow. He didn't use long sentences, didn't hem and haw. Why did this turn me on?
As we pulled off the highway, he said, "Welcome to the burbs." Middle of nowhere, I thought. I remembered that the metro had already shut down, and there would be no way back home except in his car. Hard not to feel nervous when you think about things like that. "There's the Home Depot," he pointed out randomly.
"In case you need a two by four?" I joked.
"Yeah, or to pick up a lesbian," he said. A sense of humor. I calmed down a bit.
We got out of the car and I followed him across the parking lot and the courtyard. As I trailed behind him, I just stared at his legs. He was tall and had a funny gait, maybe even a little bow-legged. But he was a total stud. Again I wondered what he was doing with a little guy like me. Under his narrow waist, his ass swayed back and forth and I imagined what it would like naked. He hadn't sent me any pictures of it.
"Here the room, told you it's not much," he said. It was a bit sparse. But the bed was huge. Now how to get in it? I knew he wanted me, otherwise he wouldn't have driven all that way. But he wasn't making any moves. I took off my shoes by Pakistani habit. I walked around and acted really interested in the bathroom tile. He was standing by the desk. Now that I could see him in full light I realized how big he was. A full six inches taller than me, and really broad shoulders. His jaw was prominent, chiseled and beautiful. What the hell did he do to get like this? In my fucked-up mind, I thought, maybe he has acromegaly, that pituitary gland disease. I needed to get a closer look.
When I walked over to him, he put out a hand on my arm and leaned down a bit. Here goes nothing, I thought. His lips were soft. I waited for the inevitable tongue dive, but it didn't come. I waited for the hard grab and the grind. Not that either. He just lingered there, mighty sexily, with his mouth a few millimeters from mine. I felt the heat waves coming off his face. I think I moaned. This guy likes it the way I do! I couldn't believe my luck. He was strong as an ox, but kind as a puppy. One in a million. I went in for another kiss.
I don't normally get stiff by kissing guys I've only just met. But this time was different. I caressed his muscular arms, his short hair, and played around near the waistband on his boxers. Holy shit, he had this huge ridge below his abs, the V ridge that points down to the crotch, and now I know why they call it every girl's favorite muscle. It's this warm and vulnerable place that you can fit your hand into really well, right below his center of gravity.
The thing that really gave me hardon was when I pulled his shirt off. His hard hairy chest and abs were right there in front of my face, and I asked him, "Do you like getting your nipples sucked?" He made a sideways smile and whispered, yeah. That yeah was like a big blank check, and his nipples were the bank. Oh man it was glorious to suck and lick the hair around his nipples, get it all wet and matted into a swirl, and then flick my tongue across the center of them until they became hard little balls. I had never been with a guy whose nipples were so sensitive, like mine.
I pressed my hardon into his, which was pointing straight down under his jeans. Our pants came off as we kissed, and I reached around and under the hem of his boxers. I was feeling really vocal. "I'm touching your big old dick" I said. Maybe I even said big ol'. Shit, it didn't matter. There was pre-cum down there. I shit you not. I swirled it around a bit on his cock head, and whispered into his ear, "you want me to suck it?" "Oh yeah," he said, big time accent on the Oh. Which is the shape my mouth took as I slowly leaned down to his sausage. I wanted it. I took it and slurped it.
So that's what precum tastes like! Gooood and sweet. I got on all fours on the bed, put my hands on his ass, and worked my face onto his shaft. He gripped the back of my head just wonderfully, not hard at all, helping me out with the occasional thrust. His cock seemed was just too big to take all the way. But I thought I could get it all in my mouth if he would lay down so I could deep throat him. So I asked him to.
He really liked that feeling when his dickhead went past my throat muscles. I could only respond to his ooohs with a half-choked moan, but hey, it's not polite to speak with your mouth full. I kept sucking for a while, stroking his stomach and arms with my left hand. How was this guy for real? What did he see in me? How would he feel in me?
I let go of his joystick for a second so I could get to my pants. I pulled out a red-colored condom and a packet of lube, and came back over to him. He had this really great facial expression, with his lips parted, brows knitted, and his cheeks a little flushed, as I put the condom on him. It took a while, probably because I am inept at the motion, so I said, "I guess you're really big." He tried to open the lube packet, but it was like a childproof cap on Tylenol, so he said, "Let me get my bottle." He stood up and I got a lovely view of his butt, with a little fur near the bottom and two happy looking hemispheres. I couldn't resist, so I followed him over and felt up his strong back while he pulled the lube out of his suitcase.
He turned and kissed me while jacking off and lubing himself up. I wanted him to be super hard, but wasn't sure I could do it any better than he could, so I just went vocal again. "I want to sit on that." I said. And a few seconds later, he was lying face-up on the bed and I was straddling him, getting his stiffy into my butthole. I guess it paid to clean out my butt in the shower beforehand, because it was actually easier than I thought, and in no time the discomfort was gone and I was like a little kid on a carousel ride. He began pumping up into me and everytime he did his abs would flex and I'd put my hands on his pecs for support. Hot damn. He was good. I wish I had looked at his face more but I was still waiting for something to go wrong, as often does with me and buttsex. Eventually he popped out and his cock was a little soft. I guess it was time to change position.
I got on my back and brought my knees up. Then Jesse revealed his experience with gay sex. He brought over a pillow to put under my ass. How considerate. Of course he didn't waste any time in jacking himself back to stiffness and then pushing into my tunnel. This time it hurt, not in entry, but in how far it was going. I must have made a face because after a few thrusts, he pulled back and turned me sideways a little bit, so that he was coming in at an angle. Wow. He knew where I wanted it and he was finding it. I got hard again and told him he was incredible.
Then he just completely melted me by laying down behind me, thrusting in while spooning. I have never been quite the little spoon like that. And I was making noises to let him know I loved what he was doing, but we needed just a little more lube. When he had slathered that on, I was laying face down and he got in the pushup position and pushed his dick down and in. This was also great. He pulled my thighs up and toward him so we were doggy style. I turned my face and we kissed as he sank his cock into my butt, my eager butt that hadn't gotten such probing attention for months. My legs were getting tired though because he had spread them out so wide. So I sank back down.
With my face in the pillow I groaned ecstatically. I turned my head and saw his big meaty knuckles there. "Your hands," I said, and I kissed one, and then I put my mouth around his finger and sucked it while he plowed me. I basically just ended up having it lay against the inside of my cheek as I grunted. He was pulling his shaft almost all the way back now, and pushing all the way in. It was iiiiinnnn, ouuuuutttt, iinnnnn outtttt, and the most wonderful part was the way he leaned in and carefully licked my neck and shoulder, like his tongue was a tiny little wet snake slithering across my skin. It was the perfect contrast to his thrusting, and I think I was just spouting drivel at this point. My cock was hard and I could have kept going, but he pulled out, peeled off the condom and started jacking off. Endgame, I thought. I sat up a bit and arched my back over his cock, sitting on his thighs with the back of my head over his shoulder. I reached around behind and slowly stroked his balls as he jacked off. He was silent but so cute and determined. And then I felt the warm wetness on my back.
I was pretty done too at this point, and needed to go clean up. When I came out of the bathroom, he was laying there with his cock drooling over his muscular thigh. I swear that there is no sexier image of a man than this one, with his arms back behind his head and his hard muscles supported by the soft bed. I licked his nipples and got hard again, but it was 1:30am and I didn't want to make him wait for me to come.
"You're not going to be able to drive me back tonight, are you?" I asked. He told me actually he had to, because he needed to get up early in the morning and wasn't going my direction. So that's when I knew it was time to go.
In the car on the way back, he told me about his days playing football in high school and college. Just when I thought he couldn't get any hotter. We got back to my street, and before I stepped out into the chilly night I kissed him. My glasses hit his nose. It wasn't perfect. I knew I would never see him again. But I had a huge smile on my face as I walked back to my house. I still don't know what he saw in me. But for me, Jesse was 100% fantasy material and I will never forget him.
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