I (35m) met someone (39m) on a hookup site I use pretty regularly. His stats are what attracted me to his otherwise blank profile: tall, big, hung, bear/daddy.

My profile’s blank so I started like I always do by telling him my stats and that I’m an oral sub. When he responds with his dick pic, I felt even more attracted. Dude’s dick was thick and standing above a clearly burly man with deep, dark skin. My favorite.

I’m black, too, but have more of a light reddish complexion. I love men who have a darker complexion than me the most. So I send him a face pic, and he reciprocates. Only in his pic, he’s completely naked. This man’s chest and arms are massive. And he’s rocking a smooth head and full face of hair. And his eyes are dark and hard. Within moments, I was hard, too. So I gave him my addy and invited him over.

When he got there, he towered over me. I’m 6 ft btw. And he had on, of all things, gray sweats. Guy’s a menace. His dick swung as he came in.

When we get to the bedroom, he’s pretty quiet but smiles. I made a joke to lighten the mood a bit, and he chuckled. This guys vibe is so light and chill that I was caught off guard when we got into the rhythm…

He stood in front of me and I dropped to my knees, lowering his sweats to his ankles. As much as he showed through his sweats, turns out he was soft. Even then, his soft meat was chubby asf so I gladly sucked him hard. When that time came, I really had to work him into my mouth. And I let his fat dick head, which was damn near as ripe as a plum, probe the back of my throat. It all started as calm as his demeanor, but quickly escalated as he started thrusting his hips.

I grabbed onto his firm hips to encourage him and he ran with it. I forgot to say earlier that tattoos sleeved his forearms, which enticed me even more. Well they disappeared as he grabbed the back of my head and started pumping deeper.

I don’t need breath. I found a way as he felt for my limit, steadily becoming more and more of the bull I always struggle finding. Every moment of him forcing his dick into my throat, holding it there, and shaking it was pure ecstasy. I stopped beating my dick and rubbing my balls to reach up and play with his nipples and coddle his balls. The slob from my mouth made them nice and wet, but I had no idea how much he liked it or anything. He was dead silent and focused as he reached down and twisted my nipple, hard.

I caressed his legs, and thank Goddess, they were firm. I have a thing for legs and also hands, and his were massive. If I haven’t expressed this enough already, the man was a titan. And his roughness knew no bounds.

Still feeling for my limit, he put one leg on the bed and guided me into perfect position for him to deep stroke my throat. By this point, my beard’s wetting with slob and probably some of his precum. I got some in my hand and went back to stroking my dick, rubbing my balls, and caressing my now sore nipple.

Finally, I tapped out but only for a second. He took it as an opportunity to get comfortable on the edge of the bed. He grabbed my face and brought it up. I’d already been squeezing in eye contact in-between, but this was our first full-on moment. Immediately, I wanted to kiss him but I don’t usually do that. So instead, I started kissing his chest. It was smooth and he had perky pecs like a lumberjack. I. Was. In. Heaven. I had to take breaks from jacking so I didn’t bust.

Again, he forced my face up. So I leaned in, and we kissed. And y’all. This man’s an excellent kisser 😩 I have very thick lips, and guys tend to like doing things with them that always turns me off. This man kissed with a control and knowing that made me say to myself, “Am I in love??”

When he pulled back, I went in to kiss again. While we made out, I jacked him. His dick was still slathered, so it was nice and wet. At this point I can’t recount every step in our dance of kissing and my taking care of him without us being here all day. We just synced up so well in a way I never have sexually with anyone before. And I’ve been around the block a few times.

Usually when I suck a guy like I was, every bit of stamina they claim to have vanishes. Not this guy, this bull. And then, he does something my regular doms never do. He reaches down and grabs hold of my dick. We stroke each other, and I can’t take how hot I am. I warn him that I’m gonna “bust like that.” He doesn’t stop. And he doesn’t change pace. I warn him again, and still, he keeps going. The sight of his arm muscles working just, ugh.

When I finally reach nirvana, he kisses me again. Then he leans back and starts jacking his dick. I lick on his head and rub his balls with one hand a twist a nipple with the other. Finally, he breaks noble silence as he moans, letting off a fat nut. I usually prefer those in my throat, but I was actually happy to see him shoot because it was so hot. Covered in sweat, I hugged him and he laughed. We talked a little while we cleaned up about our tattoos, my piercings, and the nature of suffering. Seriously.

As fun as it all was, I knew not to expect anything to come of it. Its just the way it is, but I’m okay with that. Everything’s impermanent. So I didn’t press him as I escorted him to the door. To my surprise, he asked if I was cool with swapping numbers. I said hell. Yeah. Now he’s gone, I’m hard again, and hoping to get owned by him again pretty soon.