This one guy I hooked up with on Scruff a few years back. He was a very nice guy with a very high sex drive, and apparently somewhat well known in the local gay community for doing, for a lack of a better term, silly skits at nightclubs.
He was about 6' at 200lbs with a full beard. We were talking on and off for a few days. He was kind of out of the way---an hour due east on the highway---and, I wasn't really interested in driving all that far. Then, he sent me a dick pic.
The world suddenly got a little smaller.
A few days later, I got to test how good a job my mechanic did rebuilding the front end of my suspension earlier in the day, as I dodged potholes on one of the more neglected stretches of interstate highways en route to see him. I arrived just after dusk.
He greeted me outside and asked if I wanted to get dinner as it was around that time, and I had just travelled a bit to get there. We headed to Chipolte. While we were ordering, the worker who was filling our order in front of us kept looking side-to-side and was seemingly trying to avoid direct eye contact.
Once we got to our table I asked him if that seemed strange to him. And, he just casually says, "Oh yeah. I know him. He's a friend," implying they fucked.
We finished our meal and, after a bit of confusion with the child-lockout on the car doors, headed back to his place.
We got out of the car and he asked me If I still wanted to come in. I said yes.
He was in school to become a teacher and renting the mostly unfinished basement of an insurance agency, and proud of the good deal he was getting renting it---rent low even by mid-western standards. We entered through his private entrance-way around the backside and down creaky steps---making sure to duck at the appropriate spots.
When we got in he offered me some water, and he showed me his little library of books he was in various stages of reading. The words trailed off.
We were millimeters apart and both getting rock hard. I started rubbing his ass through his jeans, he went in for a kiss. We kept grinding and disrobing piece by piece. We got to the underwear. His boxers did a good job at concealing at what he was packing. I slid those down and we rubbed our dicks together. He had my nearly 9 inches beat by a good two more inches. The girth was simply insane---somewhere between 6.5" and 7". He untangled his ankles and we moved to the bed.
The full profile view I got when he was free from his clothes was simply breathtaking. I had never seen anything stick out that far before.
We hopped on the bed and continued to make out for another fifteen minutes or so. Every so often pressing our big dicks together. Taking turns blowing each other. This progressed to us 69ing each other.
Finally, he asked if he could top me. I normally don't bottom, but there was no way I would have passed this up. I said yes. He put a condom on, lubed it up, and he genitally worked his way in. It took him a good three minutes to get it ready to the point where he wanted it. Then he started pounding me. All considered, I tried to it like a champ. Never complaining or whimpering. At around the 10-minute mark, he was worried that he was hurting me and we both finished on each other.
