He Was Too Big

I love Canada. I vacation there a few times a year, but it's always Toronto, Quebec, or out west. Last year I decided on Halifax.  Weeks before my trips, I usually put out feelers on Squirt to meet compatible men. Its hit or miss but Florida and Canada always seem to pay off.

Im a pure bottom and while looks aren't that big a deal, confidence and experience matter.  Only Tops with a clear idea of purpose get me to that sub space that I desire. I like to meet older, bigger guys who know what they want.   After comparing a few replies, I responded to a 45 yr old guy who's pics and profile were ace. We decided on meeting at my hotel and after arriving, we made firm plans. I met him in the lobby. He was tall, lean and nice looking without being pretty.

We entered my room and his hand reached out and turned me around slowly. He gently kissed me on the neck while undoing my pants. After sliding off my jeans and underwear, he moved to the bed and told me to kneel with my mouth open. He even put a pillow down for my comfort.

As it sprang out, I was breathless. Long, and I mean like 9 inches--I had never seen this in person before, let alone handled one this impressive. My tongue out, he guided his head gently to enter my mouth. His hands on my chin, he went in deeper until I gagged. I tried repeatedly to get into pace with him, but his length kept pushing my gag reflex. He then massaged my throat a bit and told me to yawn. He pushed in again and it worked I slowly deep-throated him, feeling the slippery pre-cum in my mouth. I wanted him to cum but he said that head was only foreplay and that his goal was loosening my ass up for deep insertion. Still on my knees he kissed me deeply and I felt his hands move to play with my ass. As he pushed up against my anus, he realized the challenge ahead.

He lifted me to the bed and spread my legs to tongue my ass and work the muscle looser. It was glorious. I wanted all of him. He went for his bag as I lay face down, head in a pillow, waiting to be mounted. I could feel the coolness of the lube as he worked it around and deeply within me. 2 fingers was okay but 3 started to get uncomfortable, but I got used to it.

His cock, covered in lube pushed up against my opening. He popped in and I gasped in pain and pleasure. He slowly moved inside careful not to tear me. When he was half way, I felt so good. Then the pain started. I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted him to fuck me deep. He stopped and pulsed for a bit, giving me time to conform to his massive length. When I felt ready, he continued slowly. Every time it felt impossible, I would push out slightly to allow more of him in. Finally, he was in completely and each slow thrust turned into a wave of pleasure. When he was at his deepest, he would flex his head and then withdraw, just keeping his head inside. With his length, the strokes took a wonderful 2 seconds. He never slammed me, but my tightness combined with his increased speed, was doing wonders for us both.

I could feel when he was close and wanted to time his withdrawal so that I could turn and drink his fluid as he pulled out and shot, but his idea was different. I was in no position to dictate. His low pitch grunting got more intense....His grip on my hips got tighter...As he started to climax, he slowed and pushed deeper and deeper ...his head flexing and ...Release! I could feel the internal shower; the pressure of a huge load being shot into me. He pumped as he held my hands behind me--I was just a receptacle now. His grunts subsided and he just gripped me like a toy. As he was still in deep, he reached down and jerked me just a few times causing me to shoot. I exploded unlike ever before. He slowly withdrew and as I lay there gaping, he enjoyed watching as his cream rolled out of me and onto the sheets.

He stayed for a bit and we chatted. It's rare to find such compatibility with both sexual appetite and physical structure, but when it happens - Wow! Oh Canada... thank you.