I have had a few bananas (read: dicks) while traipsing around the banana pancake trail. Some were good, some were forgettable—each one a different experience.

I was traveling alone in Cambodia when I convinced myself that I should try and meet someone while I was there. I tapped a little flame icon and started swiping until I found a few matches. While most were upfront with wanting to hook up, a solo backpacker from Seattle was looking for the same thing I was: company. He had been there longer, so I asked him where was the best place to grab lunch. He said he'd mostly been eating at his hotel, but if I wanted to, we could go look for a good spot together. So we did.

After lunch I asked him what his plans were and he said he was just going out to explore a little. I said I was planning to do the same, so we ended up going together. It was very Before Sunrise. Walking around an unfamiliar place and talking to a good looking stranger. It was cute and very wholesome. Until the time came when we were both tired from walking under the scorching heat of the sun. He said he couldn't wait to cool off in his hotel, and I said me too. We were very close to where I was staying that I jokingly said I had a perfectly working shower in my room if he really couldn't wait, and he caught me off guard when he asked if he can go up with me to my room to freshen up. I asked him if he was serious because I was actually kidding. I wasn't trying to lure him into coming to my room. He assured me that he really just wanted to cool off, so I agreed.

When we got to my room, I offered him some cold water and pointed where the bathroom was in case he wanted to wash his face. He asked if I had an extra towel, so I handed him one. I left him to do his business while I changed into more comfortable clothing. When he stepped out, I noticed that he had taken a quick shower and was down to a towel around his waist. He was a tall guy with an athletic built, and his happy trail glistened from being wet. I tried not to be too obvious while I was stealing glances at his abs, and his VERY noticeable bulge. I must have been blushing because he laughed and asked me what's wrong. I just shook my head, gave a faint laugh, and said it was too hot outside. He thanked me for letting him use the shower, and said something about getting a massage. I told him I could use a massage. He offered. He said it was the least he could do. I was probably a tomato at that point.

I didn't plan for anything to happen, but I decided to go with the flow. I jokingly said that if I fall asleep, like I usually do, he should just close the door gently and not bother to steal anything because I had nothing. I tried to make it seem like I didn't know where it could potentially go. He laughed at what I said and, for a moment, his baby blue eyes hid behind a child-like expression. He was all man—rugged and a little scruffy—but his laugh made him adorable.

He told me I had to take off my shirt so he can give me a back massage. I obliged. I was so insecure because he looked like an olympic athlete, and I felt like a bag of potatoes. But the way he looked at me told me otherwise. I positioned myself in bed, and so did he. He started to put lotion on his hands and started rubbing my back. He was saying something I couldn't hear so I asked him to repeat it. So he leaned over to my ear, close enough for me to feel his scruff. It tickled. He asked me how hard I wanted it. At that point I could feel his already hard member on my behind. I laughed, and he asked me what was funny. I grabbed his dick and said, "This". Boy, was it big.

Things got even more interesting from there. We kissed while I was tugging at his dick. I turned to face him and then we moved so that he was under me and I was on top of him. I moved down towards the biggest dick I've ever seen. An 8" or 8.5", maybe? I sucked his dick but couldn't even get most of it in my tiny mouth. When I stopped to breath, I asked him if he came prepared. He didn't. I didn't either. I told him he couldn't fuck me bareback and he agreed. I can't remember whose idea it was, but the next thing I know he squirted lotion on my ass and started sliding his dick between my cheeks. I would squeeze his dick with my butt in between thrusts and he would moan so hard, kissing me on the neck, ears, and lips. His scruff would tickle and give me the best sensation when paired with his kisses and big hard dick sliding behind me. Multiple times he'd try to stick the head in my hole, and we'd laugh because we know we shouldn't go any farther.

After a while, he flipped me over and he lied on his back. I straddled him, and then he sat up so he can suck on my nipples. I was going crazy with how good it felt and then I leaned back so I can rub my ass on his dick some more. He seemed to really like it, and then he turned me over so he can try to take the lead again. His pace was starting to pick up. He was going faster and I can feel the big finish coming. I turned to kiss him, and then grabbed his dick. I teased my hole with the tip, rubbing it all over the hole while gently stroking the shaft a little. At this point he begged me to let him inside. I hesitated, but very nicely said no. That's when he started going faster. I could feel his hot breath and scruff on my neck. His one hand was on my chest, struggling to play with my nipple while pseudo-fucking me. We kissed again and he started to slow down. His rhythm more intimate. He whispered, "Can I cum all over you?", and I gave a slight nod before turning to face him. After a few long strokes, he did.