And Then I Met Him

I had sworn off men. 

I told myself I got it out of my system when I returned from Europe. I came back a new man, and turned my attentions back to the opposite sex and met Allie. I was ready to settle down and do what I was supposed to do: get married. Back then, being attracted to the same sex was a secret, something you hid. It wasn’t easy living the gay life back then, and when Joe died, I didn’t think I could do it again on my own. Joe was my big protector. He made me feel safe and secure, as if I could do it. But with him gone, I turned into a scared little boy once again. I escaped to Europe and let any man have his way with me to try to forget Joe. And when I returned, I was determined to forget it all. 

I met Allie through my group of high school friends, and she was absolutely perfect for me. I convinced myself this was what I needed to do. We dated for a year, before the pressure came and I asked her to marry me. 

At that time, there was a new thing just starting called the world wide web. I was discovering an easy way to stare at pictures of men, half naked men, porn shots of men with other men that would get me hard and I could stroke my cock secretly as I viewed. It was safe, discreet, and I could get out my desires in a non-harmful way. But then I happened upon something even easier that was a little more live back then, and really got my juices flowing. 

A gay sex phone line. 

I found a new local number for guys on the hunt. I had it written down on a piece of paper, stashed in my wallet for the longest time before late one night, after searching pics I pulled the number out and dialed. It was free at certain times, no tracing, no payment and easy to use. I relaxed into it and followed the prompts. I could leave a description of myself for others to hear: very good looking 5’9” 160 pound muscular jock, 8 cut thick, looking for other muscular masculine guys….And then I could browse the line, listening in to other descriptions, listening to the hot voices on the other end telling me what they were looking for, and I could leave messages to other guys to see if they wanted to connect and talk.  

At first I just listened, hearing the descriptions, listening to the deep voices, picturing in my head what they looked like. I’d stroke my dick while I listened, never taking the next step for a long time. I’d find myself downstairs in the basement when the house was quiet, calling at the certain time that the line was free of charge. And eventually, I got the nerve to do more.  

I started sending messages to the guys that sounded hot. I started connecting with some guys and talking over the phone. And started jerking my cock to silent explosions while talking to guys. One guy I started to connect with often was a jock like me, straight like me with a girlfriend, and wanted all the same things. We’d talk and jerk off, and that was it. But after the fourth or fifth time talking about cock and gay sex, I wanted more. I wanted a deeper connection. I started to crave that physical connection. So, when this jock avoided that topic, I started to think he wasn’t as real as he said and I went on the search for more. 

I was almost 26 and living with Allie and her parents at the time, newly engaged and looking to get married the following summer. It was after 11pm one night, and everyone was sleeping upstairs. I found myself back on the phone line, listening into the guys on the line when I heard his description: 6’2” 220lb muscular top man, blonde, blue eyed, fairly smooth, 38, big thick cock just seeing who’s out there. His voice was soft and deep, quiet and masculine. The description sounded perfect and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I listened to it again and again. His voice sounded sexy every time I replayed it, and I could picture him in my head: a blonde version of Joe. I hit the number to leave a message and tried my best to sound just as sexy. 

“Hey man, you sound like my type. I’m 5’9 163lbs, smooth muscular jock, dark hair, blue-green eyes, with a big cut cock too. Would love to connect with you.” I listened to the reply and then sent it along, holding my breath as I listened to more guys on the phone line. 

And then the message came through that he was trying to connect with me. 

I hesitated, not expecting it as guys tended to be more voyeuristic on the phone, sending endless messages back and forth. But this big guy seemed to take charge and wanted to talk right away. Holding my breath, I accepted the connection and the line opened up. 

“Hey there.” I heard his sexy voice on the other line. 

“Hey man.” I said, feeling my body start to shake a bit as I adjusted my position on the couch and tried to keep my voice down. “Thanks for connecting.” I added, sounding so polite. 

“Well, thanks for reaching out. If you’re a bottom, you sound perfect.” His voice was smooth, deep and masculine.  

I gave a little laugh. “Uh, I am and YOU sound perfect.” 

He laughed a bit too, sending butterflies through me as I listened to his manly chuckle. “Well, I’m honest here and hoping you are too. There’s a lot of fakes on this line, but your voice is so damn sexy.”  

I inhaled, trying to control my breathing as he spoke, my insides flipping.  

“How old are you by the way?” He asked, bringing me out of my trance. 

“Oh, uh I’m 26. But I don’t look it. Everyone thinks I have a baby face. I just got carded a few weekends ago at the liquor store.” 

He laughed genuinely. “Must be nice to look young. I don’t have that problem.” 

I relaxed into this normal conversation, expecting him to get right into how big my dick was, or what I liked to do. “Well, I do like guys that are older than me, so I definitely like what I hear.” 

“Yeah. I definitely like what I hear too.” I heard him breathe in deeply and let out a long sigh. “There hasn’t been many on this thing that I find an interest in.” He gave a little laugh again, and I waited. “So…I guess this is where I ask, what are you looking for?” 

This time I breathed in deeply and tried to control myself. “Well, to be honest, I’m not sure.” I launched into how I was currently engaged, how I had been living with a man for almost five years before he died in an accident, how I was so confused and was now currently with a woman but still longed for a man, how I was into big, muscled guys and was a wicked bottom boy but had been behaving for over a year now and living the straight life, and if I was to connect with someone, I was looking for something more than just random encounters. 

He listened, only asking a few questions in between before he told me about himself. He was a former professional football player for only a few years before an injury sidelined him, how he lived the straight lifestyle for a while too but never married, how he recently came out to close friends, how he worked in the financial district downtown as some business type, how he loved cute, built, boy next door jock guys that were smaller in size, and was also looking for something more than just phone sex and random hook ups.  

We talked back and forth after those initial confessions, both of us easing into a casual conversation before I realized we had been talking for over an hour.  

“I hate to say this, but I should get going. It’s getting late and I really need to get to bed.” He said suddenly. “But I would love to talk with you again if that’s okay?” 

I nodded into the phone. “Yes, please! I would really like that.” 

He waited a moment, before he spoke again. “Do you want to connect on here again?” I could hear the sincerity in his voice and I immediately said yes again. We agreed to connect after 10pm the following night and I was suddenly wide awake even though it was almost 12:30am. 

“Great. I’m looking forward to it.” I said with a big grin on my face. 

“Me too. By the way, my name’s Brian.” He added quickly, as if he had meant to say it earlier and only just remembered. 

I gave a little sound, something like an “uh” and waited.  

“You still there?” He said again, his voice sinking into my soul. What were the odds he’d have the same name? 

“Uh, yeah.” I gave a little laugh before I continued. “I was just taken off guard there because my name’s Brian too.”  

He laughed. “No shit. That’s my real name, so I’m guessing that’s yours too?” 

I couldn’t help but smile wider. “Yeah, that’s my real name. Spelled with an ‘i’ that is.” 

“Mine too.” I could hear him laughing and stretching, even yawning or something. “That is too funny. Brian and Brian. Never been with a guy with the same name as me.” 

“Me either.” I said, still smiling, crossing my legs together as I sat on the chair playing with the phone cord like a teenaged girl. 

“Well, I guess it’ll be a first for both of us then.” His voice sounded even sexier suddenly, and my mind was racing with a mental image of what he looked like, what he was wearing right now, and what he was thinking. “Sorry I have to bail, but I’ve got to get up early tomorrow. But Brian…I could talk all night with you.”  

I breathed in, letting my emotions take over. “Same here Brian.” It sounded funny saying it, but at the same time it rolled off my tongue easily. “You get that big body into bed and I’ll talk to you tomorrow night.” 

This time I did here him stretch as I could hear movement. “Alright I will. At least I’ll have someone to think about as I do.” 

My heart flipped and we ended our connection after a hesitant goodbye, neither one of us wanting to end the conversation but both knowing we had to. But when I hung up I was suddenly elated, feeling like this heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders, thinking I had found exactly what I wanted, that he seemed perfect, that it was too good to be true and it was exactly what I needed. What I was missing. 

The entire next day seemed to drag on forever as I thought about this big Brian. Work went by slowly, and even the drive home seemed to last forever as my mind raced with images of what this man looked like. But when I got home, the night seemed to suddenly speed along. I was in a better mood, and I even found myself more attentive to Allie, feeling happier than I had felt in a long time. Allie looked at me oddly, pointing out how I suddenly seemed so happy tonight. A moment’s guilt passed over me as I knew why. 

I didn’t make it downstairs and onto the phone line till almost 10:15pm, as Allie was taking her time getting to bed and her parents were still up and wanting to talk for some reason. I was frantic, thinking that Brian wouldn’t wait around this long and I feared I would never be able to connect with him again. I dialed in, recorded my standard description and went searching the guys on the line to find Brian’s voice.  

And just when I did, a message came through from him, requesting to connect. Thank God! I thought as I accepted the invite.   

As soon as the line went clear, I apologized. “I’m so sorry it took me so long!”  

I heard that masculine chuckle from Brian right away. “No worries buddy. I was just killing time, ignoring everyone else until I heard that sexy voice of yours. I knew you’d show up eventually.” 

His voice relaxed me right away, and I could feel my cock rising to the occasion as he continued talking. 

“I’ve got my dick out already just thinking about you.” He said smoothly. “I had to beat off last night when I got into bed. You got my juices flowing.” 

I could feel my dick now pressing against my underwear begging to be released as his voice went even sexier. We had avoided sexual talk last night, but now it seemed to come out so easily.  

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” I asked seductively. 

I heard Brian let out a long breath as I pictured what he was doing on the other end. “You naked in my bed with me. It’s a king bed so there’s lots of room to roll around.” He gave a little laugh and I could hear his voice catching, as if he was moving. 

“Yeah? And just what would you be doing to me in that bed there big Bri?” I used my own nickname on him, adding the big for effect and he gave a little groan. 

“Mmmm. You call me that and I’ll do just about anything to you.” He giggled slightly and his voice became a little clearer. “Do you like getting fucked?” He asked bluntly. 

My heart was pounding. “Yes. Especially by a big dude like you.” 

“Oh yeah? You think you could handle me? I’m all top. Love to have a smaller guy under me.” His voice sounded more gravelly than yesterday, as if he was turned on. But then he cleared his throat suddenly, and he became quieter. “Sorry, didn’t mean to launch into sex talk.” He laughed a bit and my heart continued to pound. 

“That’s okay. I’ve been thinking the same things all day today. Trying to picture you. Hoping you’re as hot as you sound.” I tugged at my shorts, giving my cock some room but it was no use. 

Brian laughed. “Well, we just may have to do something about that soon. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on by a guy on this line before. Especially in one day.” 

I leaned back into my chair and undid my shorts, pulling out my cock and slowly started to pull on it. “It’s been a while for me. To be turned on this much by a guy. Especially one I haven’t even met yet.” 

Brian laughed and I found myself loving the sound. He had a deep, manly laugh. “I really liked talking with you last night.” He suddenly said, sounding sincere. “It was nice to have an intelligent conversation with someone without having to just jerk off. I feel like I already know you.” 

“Same here! And I’m sorry you had to wait so long.” 

There was a moment’s pause and then he spoke. “I can give you my home number if you’re cool with it. That way you can call me whenever you can.” 

I felt my heart skipping a beat, not expecting this sort of a connection on the phone sex line at all. But there was something so real about this guy. “Sure. If you’re okay with it.” 

I could feel Brian smiling on the other end. “I’m cool with it.” 

Brian gave me his number which I wrote down on the back of the same small piece of paper that the phone sex line was on and I stuffed it into my wallet with the letter B written above it. We stayed on the phone sex line till almost midnight that night, talking about everything and anything except phone sex. When we hung up the second night, Brian asked me to call him at any point the next night when I could on his home phone and we could chat some more. 

And when I did, after 10pm again that third night, he was the one that brought up meeting in person. 

He knew my situation and was surprisingly respectful and patient. Allie was planning an afternoon out with her friends the following weekend and her parents were going away, so it would be the perfect chance to do my own thing without too many questions. I was staying up late every night, staying downstairs in the basement to talk to Brian practically every night leading up to that weekend. 

Brian told me he lived downtown in the financial district, which was about 45 minutes from where I was. He lived alone in a condo, and we arranged to meet at his place for the first time during the afternoon on that Sunday when Allie would be out and I could come and go without any third degree. He gave me the address, and instructions on parking underground, how to buzz and say I was there visiting Brian Ericsson in number 907. They would let me in and I could park in one of the visitors spots and then make my way to the door to buzz his apartment. 

I wasn’t nervous at all as I drove, finally getting to meet him face to face. After we had been talking almost every night in secret for the last 8 days, this felt right. I had gotten to know him before jumping into bed with him, and that was something so different for me. Yet here I was, an engaged man, living the straight life, but sneaking away to meet a man. Something I swore I would never do. 

I pushed the buzzer at the entrance in the basement after being allowed into the parking at exactly 2pm when I had said I would arrive. Brian’s voice came over the intercom. “Right on time?” 

“It’s me.” I said with a laugh. 

“Come on up. I’ll be waiting for ya.” The buzzer went off and I pulled the door as it went off. I found the elevator and hit number 9. My stomach lurched as the car ascended. As I started to go up, I realized that now I was nervous. 

Thoughts went quickly through my head. What if he isn’t as described? What if he’s some 70 year old guy? Or not at all fit? Why did I agree to come to his place instead of meet somewhere in public? What if he tries something?  

When the elevator door opened to the quiet hallway, I almost didn’t move. But something propelled me forward to take a risk and I stepped out turning right as he directed.  

Way at the far end of the hallway, I saw a figure emerge from a door. It was a big shadow as the light from the side of the building beamed inside backlighting him. I walked towards it, knowing right away that it was him. Brian.  

And he was just as he described. 

As I got closer, his face came into view. He had been completely honest in his description, even shortchanging himself as I took in his figure. He was wearing a muscle shirt with cotton shorts and was standing barefoot in a pair of flip flops. He had dressed in garments that I had described during one of our conversations as what I thought was sexy on a man. And he certainly looked every bit sexy as he stood there, looking shyly at me as I approached.  

He looked his age, still strikingly handsome with thin blonde hair covering the top of his head with only a slight receding hairline. His eyes were big and deep blue, staring at me as I neared him. A wide smile came across his cleanshaven face. His body was big and thick, hugely muscled but with a trim waist. His legs were thick and heavily muscled as well, and I had to breathe in deeply to hide my lust over him. He looked totally straight, like one big masculine solid guy. Like someone else I had known. Brian was even better in person that he described. 

I heard him give a low growl as I stepped up to him, his eyes roaming down over my t-shirt and cargo shorts figure, already tanned from the summer sun. “Well, you didn’t lie.” He said quietly, stepping back inside his condo and holding the door open. “Come on in.” 

“Neither did you.” I said, feeling my heart pounding in my chest as I walked into his space, brushing past his big physique and getting a whiff of his clean body. My eyes went to the ground as I walked by him, noting his perfectly manicured feet, toes thick and long to match his wide smooth manly foot. His legs were only lightly hairy, thin short blonde strands only visible up close as he looked smooth all over. His hands were large, his forearms massive and his biceps were like two bowling balls underneath rounded shoulders. He definitely played football, if not a model for a fitness magazine.  

I stepped into the condo where there was a small kitchen to the left with an angled counter that extended sideways, creating a bar counter on the one side. Brian shut the door and slowly walked over to the other side of the counter in the kitchen and pointed to the bar stools for me to sit.  

“You want a drink or something?” He said, seeming a bit nervous as he moved to the cupboards.  

“Water would be good.” I said and stepped up onto the bar stool, resting my hands on the counter as I watched him grab a glass and a container of cold water from the fridge. He came back to the counter and I could see his shorts tenting a bit before he tried to hide it. His eyes looked up at me, catching my own gaze and he smiled and shook his head.  

“Holy shit, you are one fucking cute little guy.” He mumbled finally, putting the glass down in front of me. “You don’t look 26 at all. And you certainly don’t disappoint.”  

I looked up at him, trying hard not to look at his crotch, or his arms, or his thick neck. This big blonde guy looked like a huge Viking. “Neither do you.” I took a sip of water as he poured himself one and leaned over the counter, secretly tugging at his shorts as he did. “You’re fucking hot as hell there big Bri.”  

He gave a bashful glance down and smiled, those deep blue eyes glaring into mine. “You have amazing eyes.” He said quietly, that same sounding voice over the phone that permeated my every thought lately. For someone his size, he had such a soft quiet voice. Deep and manly, but smooth and tender at the same time. I looked at his hands holding his glass, noting how massive they were. I was trying to slow my breathing down, trying to control all the feelings going through my body as my cock swelled and my ass twitched. It had been a while since I found myself alone with a man. Especially one this hot, this big, this muscled and this attractive. I wasn’t sure who would make the first move but I knew immediately how much I wanted him. How much I needed him.  

“I’m glad we finally met.” I said, looking up to see him still staring into my eyes as he leaned on the counter.  

“Me too.” He said, taking a quick sip of water. There was an awkward silence as we both kept staring at each other, until he finally stood up tall, and I could see the outline of his cock pushing to the left. “I’m dying to kiss you.” He said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. 

He raised his eyes at me and met my gaze, standing there frozen in his spot. I got off the stool suddenly, unable to resist and moved quickly towards him as he came got the hint and came towards me. I strained up on my toes as he bent his face towards mine, my hands moving to his arms as our bodies closed in. The minute I touched him, I felt sparks. He seemed so solid, yet soft as I connected with him. His body was on fire, so warm as my fingers connected with him. I felt his body press against me next, the feeling of his already swelling cock touching my stomach as I opened my lips slightly. 

His kiss was gentle, soft and slow, tender at first before our mouths opened wider and his hands slid across my back and he pulled me in tighter. That same low growl he gave at the door came out again as our tongues met, and our mouths moved into an angle that seemed familiar and easy for both of us. 

I don’t know how long we kissed, but it felt like forever. So, when we finally pulled away, both our eyes were open and staring at each other. We stayed in a tight embrace, hands clasped around one another’s bodies as if we were studying one another.  

“Wow.” He simply said, showing me his perfect teeth in a wide smile. He looked even sexier smiling. “Even better than I imagined.” 

I giggled, and moved a hand around to his hard pec, rubbing it along the top to feel how solid and thick it was. “Uh, yeah. Way better.” I cleared my throat and let out a big breath, letting my hand glide over the mountain of flesh covered by his shirt. “Holy!” I said a little louder than I thought.  

And then he was kissing me again, this time with a little more passion and force, as lifted me off the ground. I hung on to his neck as he lifted me up and set my ass down on the counter in front of him so we could make out at a more equal height. He moved in between my legs as his hands roamed gently up and down my body, our mouths never breaking. 

“God I want you.” I heard myself moaning as his mouth moved down my neck. He felt incredible and my body was responding before my brain could act. My legs were locked around his bubbled ass, pulling his big body into me so I could press against him even more. His bulge was now huge in his shorts, that obvious large cock pointing out and completely tenting his shorts now. 

“I’m so glad to hear that.” He moaned, lifting me off the counter and carrying me in his arms further into his place. I wasn’t watching where we were going, just kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness and his mouth on mine.  

And then I was being placed gently on my back onto his large king-sized bed.  

His mouth came off mine and his hands were at my shirt, lifting it upwards over my head. I sat up to allow him to peel it off before he was gently pushing me back down on the bed and his mouth kissed my belly button. “My God you are so fucking hot.” He whispered as he started to make his way upwards again, kissing every spot on my torso as he did until our lips met again and I pulled him onto me. 

He felt so big as we crawled up the bed, me backwards, him meeting my movements so our lips were never apart. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to see his chest.  

Brian knelt over me and leaned up, peeling his shirt off his body, revealing his perfect upper torso. He had only a small dusting of blonde hair over his pecs with a thin trail leading over his flat stomach. He didn’t have cut ripped abs, but it was still flat as a board and looked sexy as hell. My hands went right to his pecs and grabbed them before sliding down to the waistband of his shorts. 

But he was on me again before I could go any further, and his mouth left mine and travelled down my torso this time, still kissing his way down until he was face to face with my crotch. 

Without a word, I watched his big fingers easily grab my shorts and undo them, pulling down the zipper and opening my shorts up to reveal my big package hidden under my grey Calvin’s. Brian’s blue eyes looked up at me and he grinned as his big hand slid over my bulge. “Jesus, you really didn’t lie.”  

He dug his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and lifted it up and over my cock, to reveal my thick 8 cut inches of shaved meat. He just hovered there, looking at it and licked his lips.  

“What a big cock for a little guy. Fucking perfect.” He whispered to himself, before he pulled my underwear and shorts down my legs and off my body. I was now naked, sprawled on my back on his bed as he knelt at the end of it staring at me. He pulled me towards him so that my legs dangled off the edge and he could get his face into my crotch, sniffing loudly and letting his tongue come out to lick the sides of my legs. I groaned and arched back as he teased me, licking and tasting every inch around my dick. His face was all over the sides of my legs, his big tongue out and licking my inner thighs and making me moan. Until his tongue finally found my round balls and he began to expertly suck them. 

I groaned and grabbed his hair as his head was now nestled in between my legs. His hair was soft, his skull large and solid. I looked down to see his eyes opening wide to look up at me as he worked his tongue around my nuts. And then he smiled, grabbed my cock with his giant fist and went down on me like a pro, taking it right to the base in one gulp. 

The warm sensation of his mouth wrapped around my cock sent me over the edge and my face went numb as he pleasured me. I watched him enjoy my dick, never seeing such a huge top man hungrily feast on my tool for so long. I laid back and enjoyed it, willing myself not to cum. 

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat up and pushed his head back, leaning over to grab at his shorts. Brian took the hint and stood up, towering over me as I sat on the edge of his bed and helped me pull down his shorts. As he stepped out of them, standing naked before me, all I could do was stare at the perfection in front of me. He was completely trimmed, his cut cock bigger than mine by a half inch or so, and thicker. It was a perfect pole, fat and straight with only a slight head on it as it seemed to be one thick pipe from base to tip. 

He stood there, waiting for me, anticipating that first touch as my mouth hovered near him. He smelled so good, so clean, and so aroused that I didn’t wait long to swallow it down.  

Brian moaned as I did, a large hand coming to the back of my head as I felt his body tighten in response to my lips around him. He didn’t thrust into me, just let me take control. I used both hands to grab it, feeling his big round balls underneath, full of his cum and ready to explode soon. I sat there, relishing the feeling of sucking another man’s big dick once again. And like riding a bike, I went back into skillful action. 

When his legs starting shaking, I grabbed hold of them and bobbed up and down his dick, marveling at the size. He had bull sized nuts, and a thick meaty cut cock that just seemed to match the rest of him. I had been lucky to have a big, muscled guy with a big dick before, and Brian was just as thick and just as large. 

Brian pulled out and reached under my arms to lift me up, finding my mouth once again to kiss me hard before turning me around and bending me over the end of his bed. I turned to see him kneeling down again, moving his face into my ass and feeling his tongue at my hole. I gripped the duvet cover in my hands and moaned as he began to rim my ass from behind. 

I got so dizzy I had to press my face into the bed, breathing in deeply, trying to inhale the smell of this big Brian off his bed as he gave my entrance a deep tongue bath. He seemed to be enjoying my ass as much as I was loving the sensation, the feeling of his massive paws gripping my ass cheeks so tight I was sure he was leaving fingerprints. I went up on my hands, arching my back and sticking my ass up higher so he could really get in there and I felt his thick tongue poke inside me.  

“Oh fuck yes!” I groaned as I felt his hot breath on me. He gave my ass a playful smack, the sound of his hand hitting me echoing in the room. 

“Can I fuck you?” I heard that sexy voice ask me politely from behind. I turned and grinned at him and nodded. 

“Yes please.” 

He was already moving to the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom, his eyes on me as I watched him. His cock was sticking straight out from him and he looked like a carved statue of a man in his prime. His body was glistening in sweat, his muscles flexed tight for me, and I could see a small drop of cum already on the tip. I leaned over and licked it, making him recoil in surprise as he ripped open the condom package. 

“I’m totally clean.” I said, watching him pull the round latex condom out. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at me but shook his head. 

“I believe you. You haven’t lied so far, but I play safe.” He grinned and started to sheath his tool, sliding the condom over his fat dick, his eyes not leaving mine the entire time. I moved to the side of the bed and turned around on my stomach, kneeling on the floor over the bed for him to come at me like a dog. 

But he smacked my ass lightly again, making me turn to look at him. 

“Uh uh. Turn around. I want to see those eyes when I slide in.” He grinned, already lifting my leg to turn me over.  

I wasn’t sure what it would feel like to have him enter on my back. I hadn’t been fucked in over a year since I returned from Europe. I wasn’t sure my ass could take his big dick this way. But I was thinking the same thing: I wanted to see his face as he entered me. 

He stood at the side of the bed and pulled me towards him so that my ass was hanging over and I grabbed my legs behind my knees to hold them up. He put some lube on his fingers and stepped in between me and gently rubbed my already moistened hole.  

“That looks like one tight little hole.” He muttered, lubing his condom covered cock and spreading those big thick thighs of his. He grabbed one leg of mine and pushed it sideways and aimed his cock at my hole. He flicked it a couple times with his cock, smacking against my hole playfully. He was probably wondering the same thing I was thinking as he stared at it: how the hell was that big pipe of his going to fit into that tight little ring? 

I felt it press against me, and I could feel his grip tighten around my ankle. He pushed forward a bit, and when he knew his cock was lined up, he grabbed my other ankle and held my legs open wide and in place, and his eyes locked on mine. 

“Just relax little Brian.” He said with a grin. The sound of my name coming from his lips probably made him smile like that. I hadn’t moaned out his name yet, thinking how strange it would be, but as his cock pushed inside me and entered me slightly, I grabbed his thighs and moaned. 

“Oh my God Brian!” I held his gaze, seeing the smile on his face widen as we stood still, holding our breaths as I felt my walls opening up. I could feel my eyes widening with my ass, trying to take him in. My pulse quickened, sweat formed on my forehead, and I inhaled deeply as pain shot through me. 

Brian’s eyes closed slightly before they opened up wide again. “Fuck you are so tight!” He said breathlessly. I could only imagine how his dick felt trying to push inside me at this moment. It had been a long time since I was used to a cock this big. And I was doing everything I could to take him in. I wanted him so bad. 

“Slowly.” I heard myself groan as I held his legs. Those big thick thighs with his muscles flexed as he stood over me. He let go of my legs and left them hanging in the air as he planted his two big fists onto the bed beside my hips. I stared at his shoulders, and the size of his traps as his neck thickened and his shoulders rounded over me. His eyes were still glued to mine.  

“Oh I’m going slowly little Brian. So slowly…” His voice was a deep whisper, and I found myself letting go of his legs and grabbing his forearms as I felt his cock move forward another inch. Pain was still coursing through me as I adjusted to this invasion, feeling the sudden sensation of fire in my ass. He was huge alright, and it had been too long. 

My hands moved up his arms, feeling the bulging biceps and his powerful delts until I was holding the back of his thick neck. I pulled him down to me and opened my mouth to kiss him, and he responded with the most tender kiss, those thick lips grazing mine, his fat tongue snaking into me. Kissing him like this took the focus off my ass, and I relaxed into the feeling of being held by a man like this again. 

And as our eyes stayed open for that kiss, my hands slid down his smooth back to his round bubbled ass and he slid into me further.  

“Holy fuck Brian. Your cock is huge!” I moaned as my ass welcomed more of him in and the pain subsided. I pushed my ass towards him, taking control and showing him that I was loosening up. His mouth left mine and he pulled back slightly to stare at me as he moved his hips into me like an erotic dancer.  

And when he was buried all the way in, we both stopped and stared at each other. I could feel his legs resting against my ass. I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as we both waited. 

I raked my fingers up his ass and grabbed his hips. “Fuck me big Bri!” I yelled at him suddenly and he responded quickly, moaning and thrusting into me suddenly hard, making me gasp and smile at the same time. His mouth covered mine as he leaned over me, gorilla stance, fucking me deep and powerfully as I writhed underneath him. 

My fingers were clawing his back as he plowed into me, stopping our kissing only to stare at me and watch me as his cock dug into me.  

Brian crawled onto the bed, pushing me forward as he did until his knees were beside me and he could spread himself out more on top of me, making his body mold with mine, fucking me missionary style. It was like he was a long-lost lover, sliding his arms around me as our bodies worked together. The friction of his hard body squeezed tightly with mine was causing my cock to respond, as he started to literally fuck the cum out of me as our bodies grinded together. 

I knew it was happening when I started to convulse. I gripped his ass, digging my fingers into him hard and moved my head to the side as he buried his into my neck. It had been so long since I felt like this. 

“You’re going to make me cum!” I shouted, making him pop his head up to stare at me. 

“Oh yeah do it!” He said without missing a beat. “Cum for me Bri.” I could see those muscles flexed tight as he held himself up over me, droplets of sweat from him dripping onto me.  

I nodded, keeping my fingers in his ass and holding him tightly against me, not wanting to lose the sensation of his naked body rubbing my dick between us. At this moment, I was fucking back onto him more than he was fucking me. And by the grin on his face, he was enjoying it just as much. 

I opened my mouth in a silent moan as I felt my cum surging through my body. And when I started to shake like a woman climaxing, Brian’s eyes widened as I started to explode cum and it shot straight up my chest. The first round landed on my own face, and Brian groaned. 

“Holy fuck!” He shouted, as the second eruption went just as far. Brian fucked into me harder, making the next two shots of my juice keep coming. Sweat dripped from him, landing on my chest to mix with my own cum as more continued to erupt from my dick. 

I was pulling Brian into me so hard that his cock was drilling so deep into me from a new angle that Brian suddenly announced he was going to shoot. 

I held on to him even tighter as my orgasm subsided and his began. I watched his face tighten, his neck thicken, and his muscles flex even more as he lost his breath. He grimaced and went slightly red, and then slammed into me and opened his eyes and mouth and looked down at me, groaning and grunting as his hips involuntarily shook. He unloaded into the condom buried in my ass, his body jerking in small thrusts as he let it all out, my fingers still embedded into his ass cheeks. Brian moved one leg up, and then collapsed onto me, taking my breath away as all 220 pounds of him smothered me. I let go of his ass and grabbed his shoulder blades, wrapping my legs around his giant body and enjoyed the feeling of another beast of a man on top of me. I kissed his pec, then his neck, until his face moved and I found his lips. 

He rolled sideways to relieve the weight of him and kissed me deeply, breathing hard into my mouth as I felt his cock sliding out of me, condom and all. I let out a gasp as he exited, his big body rolling further sideways and off me completely, our mouths parting, leaving me hungry for him. 

I watched him roll off the bed, the condom attached to his still thick cock, a heavy load of cum hanging at the end of the condom like a big tear drop. I could only imagine the sensation of his cum flooding my ass as he stood up and peeled the condom off his meat and tied it into a knot, heading towards the bathroom attached to his bedroom.  

I got a great view of his backside at last, his perfectly shaped round ass, complete with red marks from my fingers, walking away. He looked just as good from the back as he did from the front. I heard the water run and a quick rinse of his hands before he appeared again with a small wet towel and came back beside me, sprawling out his muscled naked body next to mine and wiping at the cum and sweat covering my stomach and chest.  

“You okay?” He asked me quietly. “I didn’t hurt you?” His blue eyes were flicking back and forth from my eyes to my stomach as he carefully cleaned me up.   

I looked down at his big hand in the towel, gingerly wiping my abs. I turned my head sideways and reached out to touch him, my hand finding his chest, feeling the little hairs across it. “I’m very good.” He looked at me, letting his smile widen, his teeth showing.  

“Fuck Brian.” He said and then laughed, shaking his head. “It sounds so weird calling you that.” 

He stopped wiping and tossed the towel to the side, and then pulled my body into his so he was lying sideways into me. His big arm came across me and reached under my lower back. I turned my head to him, watching him lay his head beside mine on the bed, just staring at me.  

He didn’t say anything, just looked at me for a long time. I let my hand rest on his arm, feeling the size difference in us as my hand ran along the length of it. I listened to our breathing as he lay there next to me, feeling his leg move over mine and rest on top.  

“When can I see you again?” He finally asked quietly.  

I rolled onto my side, finding his hand with mine and we clasped fingers together. “Is tomorrow too soon?” I giggled. 

Brian moved closer into me, squeezing me into his body. I fit into every fold of him perfectly. It was like being home once again. “I can’t believe you’re this hot.” He groaned into me. “Man, a buddy of mine would be all over you!” 

I leaned back and my slutty side took over. “Oh yeah?” 

He grinned. “He’s a firefighter. Big guy like me. You’d like him.” He grabbed my ass with his free hand and squeezed. “He is an ass man and he loves smaller guys too.” 

I pictured another big guy momentarily, taking turns on my ass with Brian but something made me snuggle into this man and shake my head. “Those days are gone. I’m more of a one guy sort of man I guess.” 

I heard Brian let out a little sigh and there was silence for a few minutes. I could hear his heart beating in his chest until his voice cut the air. “Me too.”  

I let it sink in, wishing I had found this Brian a year ago.