I heard the unmistakable roar of a Harley pull up outside my condo and knew it was the man I invited over. We had met online and after a few emails he was here. I had the familiar butterflies in my stomach that I get when meeting a new man for sex.
"Hey there, I'm John" he said as I opened the door. He was as big as his pic, well over 6 feet and 250, 260 lbs with a big belly. He dwarfed me at 5'10 185.
Wearing a black T-shirt and a leather vest, with a long scraggly beard and hair, he looked like a biker right out of central casting. I would later learn he did in fact own a motorcycle repair shop. He was 38, young enough to be my son and married. He said his wife was hot and they still fucked but she knew he liked men too and was cool with it. As we shook hands mine disappeared in his large paw. Pulling me closer and kneading my ass with both hands he said " You're way more handsome than your pic," This was getting off to an excellent start! I have to admit I'm still a little vain even in my older years.
We were both football fans as I had learned through our emails and I had the Rams/49er game on. Leading him to the couch we watched for a bit making small talk about the game. I soon had my hand on his denimed thigh rubbing and working my way to his crotch, Finding his hardening cock I began to squeeze. Turning to face me he went in for a kiss and our lips met. For such a big gruff man his kiss was gentle and opening my mouth I felt his tongue on mine. I'm a sucker for a good kisser and this guy was great. Playing with his cock and getting hotter by the second I couldn't resist any longer, dropping to my knees I pulled his pants down around his ankles and his cock popped free. And what a cock it was! Fat and veiny, it was a solid 7-8 inches. Taking it in my mouth I began working my tongue over every inch. Licking and sucking the big purple head, then taking it to the root until my nose was in his pubes. I held it there while swirling my tongue around.
My god I love sucking cock, some are big, some are small, they are all different and they are all beautiful.
I could suck 5 cocks a day and still want more. They're like steel covered in velvet. He began to moan softly as I made love to his cock with my mouth.
Taking my cue, I asked John if he'd like to take this to the bedroom. On his feet in a flash, he kicked off his pants and followed me into my room. Taking his shirt and vest off I gazed at his magnificent belly. Round, big and hard, it was covered in a soft layer of fur. Don't get me wrong, I love smooth men, but given my druthers I'll take a large hairy man any day. I'm not a sub but when I'm with a big man like John, I want him to take charge and that's exactly what he did. Pulling my shirt and sweats off he pulled me close and began kissing me again. As our tongues did their mad dance I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist. Laying on the bed with John on top we continued with our long french kiss.
I was hotter than black asphalt on the 4th of July and we both knew what was next.
Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I rubbed some all over my hole and inside. I then applied a generous amount to his rock hard cock. When I say "rock hard" I'm not exaggerating. I wonder if he took Viagra. Who knows and who cares, I do know I wanted that marvelous cock in my ass ASAP. Placing a pillow under my butt I pulled John down on top of me. Spreading my legs he took aim at my rosebud. With a little push it easily slid in. I do kegels every day and I'm still tight, but after decades of fucking my ring ain't what it used to be. That's a good thing actually, there's no pain, just pleasure.
John began fucking me harder but not just ramming it in and out. This man knew how to fuck, changing speed and angles. I was now the one moaning. I loved the feel of his big gut on mine as I held onto his huge arms while he pumped away. My cock was leaking like a faucet from the prostate pressure he was so aptly applying. After what seemed like an hour of good, hard fucking I could tell he was close. Breathing hard he asked me to roll over on my stomach saying he liked to finish in that position. I like that position too. On my belly with legs spread wide he was soon back inside me. I held his cock tight with my kegeled muscles and with his wonderfully big belly on my back he began fucking me faster and faster. Within seconds he let out a roar and exploded deep inside of me. I could feel his hot cum, 1,,,2,,,3,,,4 spurts inside my now sloppy asshole. As he collapsed on top of me I could feel his full weight and despite barely being able to breathe, it felt supremely good. As he rolled off of me I turned onto my back. Leaning down he softly kissed me.
Laying there I had that feeling of pure contentment, an almost euphoric feeling that you get only after a really good fucking.
Surprisingly he grabbed the lube and rubbed it all over my cock, he gave me a hand job with both hands. My god that felt good and I was soon shooting hot jizz on my chest. Going into the bathroom and coming out with a warm washcloth, he gently cleaned me up. That I did not expect either. The handjob and a warm washcloth after? John was not only an amazing fuck but a sweet guy too.
Walking him to the door we said our goodbyes. Before leaving, John said "Hey, what are you doing Saturday"? Smiling, I said "You have my number, call me."
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