So, to set this scene I'm going to have to give quite a bit of background, so follow me here. This was over the course of my last fall semester.

First off, I had considered myself straight until I got to college. After that, things got...iffy. Didn't want to go through life with "what if?" stuck in the back of my head, yadda yadda yadda. So I spend my first two years talking to people of both sexes. Girls publicly, guys discreetly. And by discreetly, I mean grindr (What a place to start right?).

I was wildly unsuccessful. I was looking for someone to talk to, maybe something like a coach. Who had gone through the same situation, or just calm enough to be able to talk to me past "Send me your location bro im horny lmao." Ironically, enough, a good conversation was all it took when messaged who I'll refer to as Adam.

I was 20 and he was 26, so it was refreshing to talk to someone who was a little older. Most of the guys on grindr in my college town were around my age or to horny to function, let alone type paragraphs. He was different. Now, I had talked to other guys on there. Most were discreet, but checked in on the app infrequently or were flaky. Nerves got the better of them I'm assuming. I knew the feeling. He was just...Normal.

We talked about very basic stuff. He was a grad student, out since high school, and kinda had an interest to help me out and be an open ear for me. He didn't even want to come to my place, he wanted to meet someone publicly. I'll never forget the message, "I know man, I just fear for my safety sometimes. Crazies on this app." I laughed.

Physically, Adam was about twice my size. I'm 5'7, 134 lbs on a good week. He was a toned 6'7, 227 lbs. I always told him I was about the size of one of his legs. He was built from the waist down, it was more like a natural thickness. Just the right amount. His arms were long and his hands cupped around my sides. Like...He was a fucking giant.

Anyway, after bitching and moaning about school, and a good two days of talking, he told me that he was only on campus on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I'd have to wait through the weekend to see him. We exchanged a few pictures to excite ourselves, I think we both knew that we had found something good. I had those pictures in the back of my mind when I met up with him.

Seeing someone's stats digitally, and then seeing them in person was such a shock. The numbers didn't do him justice. Add in his quirky personality, nice nature, and I was considering the fact that he may be a murderer or some shit. This was almost too good to be true. We talked over lunch, and I sat through an almost an interrogation about my bicuirousness. He seemed interested, but I think he was just making sure that I wasn't flaky or anything. He hadn't been on the campus too much, so I decided to just show him a few of my favorite study spots and a few buildings I hung around in throughout the day. We kept each other laughing, and I was honestly shocked. Still way too pleasant in my book.

"I, uhh, got about 2 hours to spare if you wanna get out of here." He offered.

"My place is right around the corner." I reminded him, and we were on our way. Once we got there, we ended up turning on netflix, and talking a bit more as we casually got out of our clothes. Didn't fuck. Not this time. Instead, we decided to just cuddle. He was big spoon, and getting wrapped up like that was definitely welcome. He had a good time throwing his size around on me, he would lay on top of me and asked if I liked it, and ended humping my back. All teasing, and I admitted to liking all of it.

For about a month, we put that on repeat. We'd get lunch or I'd catch him between classes. He'd come over and strip down to his briefs. I'd climb on top of his back and massage him from his shoulders all the way down to his feet. We'd cuddle up for a while, and once he got tired of poking me in the back with his boner, he'd hump the hell out of me.

Once, to add a little spark, he blowed me. He was luring me in, and it worked. Having him stuff my dick down his throat was hot to watch, and he had done it better than any girl I'd ever had before. His hands would pin my legs down and leave me almost shivering in pleasure every time.

"What else do you like?" He asked once as we were on the way to my place. I had noticed that we never talked about what we liked. We hadn't exchanged pictures since that one day on grindr. I think it was something he avoided. I wanted him to answer first, and he told me that he was versatile, and up for most things. He did have a fascination with ears, he sometimes would lick and nibble on my while he had me pinned down. Was kinda weird, but it new and I'll admit, it got me going. I aditted to being an ass man, and he laughed. "Yeah I know. You always massage my ass for a long time when you go over my back." He said he was open to letting me play with it more. I had a little experience in that field, but that's another story for another time...

...Anyway, once we were into my room, today felt much more intense. He was using his size more and being a lot more dominant. He was rolling us around on the bed, and we were taking turns kissing on each others body. His huge hands were able to hold my waist in place, and he slowly rubbed his boner all around my ass before he swatted me. I almost screamed out in pleasure, but a bit confused. Did this bitch just hit me?

"You like that?" He said, rubbing his hand on my ass and waiting for a response. I stuttered out a "yeah," and he pulled me into his lap, and went in on me. The smacks across my ass left a little bit of a sting, and I took about nine of them before he stopped. "Still wanna play with mine?" He asked, both of us huffing.

He let me go and he mounted me, and I had another one of those moments where I was in awe of his size. Having him preparing to drop his ass on my face had me as erect as I had ever been. I was yearning for it. His ass was fat, and due to his height, seemingly big by default. He asked again if I was ready. "It's a lot man, and I'm not gonna want to stop." I told him it was alright, and next thing I know I was rimming him while he was bending over to blow me. Between both of our tongues, we were moaning like crazy, and I couldn't believe how it felt. It felt like I was out of control of my body. Mind you, about 70% of my body is stuck under him, so I had to give up a lot of trust and really get out of my own head.

"Switch spots, let me do it to you." He commanded, and in a few seconds, I was riding his face. He dug his tongue deep in me as soon as he could, and I couldn't even move. It felt so good, I was damn near asking him to stop. It was a sensation that I didn't know I wanted in my life.

After what felt like an eternity, I realized neither one of us had burst yet. "Still think you're versatile?" I questioned. He laughed a little, wiped his face over, and agreed to bottom. Holy shit.

It was my first time being a top, and I figured I'd be as rough as possible. I owed him for that spanking. He took it well. I'm a little above average, and kinda thick, so he seemed thrown off by it. I pounded the shit out of him for a while, trying to keep up a fast pace. I asked him if he was alright or if I was hurting him, and he just keep saying "Keep going," over and over again. I obliged. From that point, he got himself off relatively easy; I kept myself lodged in him and after a few strokes he erupted. I had already came in the condom I was using, but was able to maintain the hard on to finish.

Fuck.

We both laid around and recuperated, and within the next 30 minutes he was gone. I figured we'd be able to at least talk or something the next time he was on campus, but he ended up ghosting me. I guess he found someone who was out or maybe he was cheating. I never figured it out. He ran into me in the library once, and aside from an awkward "hi," nothing else was said. I let it go, but I never forgot about it.

So yeah, I have a weakness for anyone even remotely tall (even though most are taller than me tbh.)