Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 19:46:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: pendemeel@yahoo.com
Subject: Strong as an Ox, Kind as a Puppy

This is a completely true story of the impossibly great sex that happened
to me this week.

I got a message on adam4adam from a guy who was in town just for the
night. He had no picture. His stats were alluring, but his profile was
titled "To be filled out later" and the text said, "This will be completed
at earliest convenience." Why did I even bother to reply to his message? I
don't know. I never reply to people without pictures, but he said he had
some to trade, and that he was a muscular and masculine white man, so I
said why not. Gave him my email address.

One of the pictures was of his torso in boxers. He was nicely hairy and had
a great V-shape, but the resolution was too small to see if he had any
abs. The next pic was of his penis, very out of scale and seemed only
semi-hard. I hesitated. And then thought, "Who am I kidding? This is
probably the best I can get." I'm a lean and hairy Pakistani guy, 25, kind
of nerdy, only 5'8" and I weigh 145. I was really liking the idea of a big
muscular man to get naked with, even if I didn't know what he saw in me. So
he didn't have a face pic. Big deal. I'd just keep my eyes low. I replied
and said "Where can we meet?"

He had a hotel room that he would drive me to at midnight. Midnight. I was
a bit apprehensive, and I asked him to send me a face pic. He did
reluctantly. He had a big jaw and salt and pepper hair, but there was some
weird lens distortion going on. Oh well, he wasn't missing an eye or
anything.

At 11:30 I got a text. "On my way." I put two condoms in my pocket, a
packet of lube, and went downstairs. Even now as I write this I feel pretty
nervous, so I must have been very nervous at that point. Would he be
completely unlike his pics? Would he be gruff or completely uninteresting?
Would he be a serial killer? Another text message arrived. "In the area." I
locked the door and stood on the corner outside my house, and the expected
silver Toyota pulled up slowly.

I got in before I had time to reconsider, sat down and said, "Hi." Got a
look at him. It might have just been the dim light but he looked way better
than his pics. His face was rugged, and his hand resting on the steering
wheel was thick and just a little furry. I could see the outline of his
large thighs under his light jeans, and his blue track jacket barely hid
his chest. "Hey, I'm Jesse," he said. I told him my name, and, because it
was the way I had played this through in my head, I leaned over and kissed
him. Just a peck, a bit off center, but he kissed back that closed the deal
for me. He was real.

His hotel room, it turned out, was almost a twenty minute
drive away. How would we fill that time? Too much conversation can kill a
hookup. Or so I thought. Jesse started talking, and his resonant voice
just held me. You might say he had a very straight-sounding voice. I say he
had the voice of someone who might have grown up on a farm. It was deep and
mellow. He didn't use long sentences, didn't hem and haw. Why did this turn
me on?

As we pulled off the highway, he said, "Welcome to the burbs." Middle of
nowhere, I thought. I remembered that the metro had already shut down, and
there would be no way back home except in his car. Hard not to feel nervous
when you think about things like that. "There's the Home Depot," he pointed
out randomly.

"In case you need a two by four?" I joked.

"Yeah, or to pick up a lesbian," he said. A sense of humor. I calmed down a
bit.

We got out of the car and I followed him across the parking lot and the
courtyard. As I trailed behind him, I just stared at his legs. He was tall
and had a funny gait, maybe even a little bow-legged. But he was a total
stud. Again I wondered what he was doing with a little guy like me. Under
his narrow waist, his ass swayed back and forth and I imagined what it
would like naked. He hadn't sent me any pictures of it.

"Here the room, told you it's not much," he said. It was a bit sparse. But
the bed was huge. Now how to get in it? I knew he wanted me, otherwise he
wouldn't have driven all that way. But he wasn't making any moves. I took
off my shoes by Pakistani habit. I walked around and acted really
interested in the bathroom tile. He was standing by the desk. Now that I
could see him in full light I realized how big he was. A full six inches
taller than me, and really broad shoulders. His jaw was prominent, chiseled
and beautiful. What the hell did he do to get like this? In my fucked-up
mind, I thought, maybe he has acromegaly, that pituitary gland disease. I
needed to get a closer look.

When I walked over to him, he put out a hand on my arm and leaned down a
bit. Here goes nothing, I thought. His lips were soft. I waited for the
inevitable tongue dive, but it didn't come. I waited for the hard grab and
the grind. Not that either. He just lingered there, mighty sexily, with his
mouth a few millimeters from mine. I felt the heat waves coming off his
face. I think I moaned. This guy likes it the way I do! I couldn't believe
my luck. He was strong as an ox, but kind as a puppy. One in a million. I
went in for another kiss.

I don't normally get stiff by kissing guys I've only just met. But this
time was different. I caressed his muscular arms, his short hair, and
played around near the waistband on his boxers. Holy shit, he had this huge
ridge below his abs, the V ridge that points down to the crotch, and now I
know why they call it every girl's favorite muscle. It's this warm and
vulnerable place that you can fit your hand into really well, right below
his center of gravity.

The thing that really gave me hardon was when I pulled his shirt off. His
hard hairy chest and abs were right there in front of my face, and I asked
him, "Do you like getting your nipples sucked?" He made a sideways smile
and whispered, yeah. That yeah was like a big blank check, and his nipples
were the bank. Oh man it was glorious to suck and lick the hair around his
nipples, get it all wet and matted into a swirl, and then flick my tongue
across the center of them until they became hard little balls. I had never
been with a guy whose nipples were so sensitive, like mine.

I pressed my hardon into his, which was pointing straight down under his
jeans. Our pants came off as we kissed, and I reached around and under the
hem of his boxers. I was feeling really vocal. "I'm touching your big old
dick" I said. Maybe I even said big ol'. Shit, it didn't matter. There was
pre-cum down there. I shit you not. I swirled it around a bit on his cock
head, and whispered into his ear, "you want me to suck it?" "Oh yeah," he
said, big time accent on the Oh. Which is the shape my mouth took as I
slowly leaned down to his sausage. I wanted it. I took it and slurped it.

So that's what precum tastes like! Gooood and sweet. I got on all fours on
the bed, put my hands on his ass, and worked my face onto his shaft. He
gripped the back of my head just wonderfully, not hard at all, helping me
out with the occasional thrust. His cock seemed was just too big to take
all the way. But I thought I could get it all in my mouth if he would lay
down so I could deep throat him. So I asked him to.

He really liked that feeling when his dickhead went past my throat
muscles. I could only respond to his ooohs with a half-choked moan, but
hey, it's not polite to speak with your mouth full. I kept sucking for a
while, stroking his stomach and arms with my left hand. How was this guy
for real? What did he see in me? How would he feel in me?

I let go of his joystick for a second so I could get to my pants. I pulled
out a red-colored condom and a packet of lube, and came back over to
him. He had this really great facial expression, with his lips parted,
brows knitted, and his cheeks a little flushed, as I put the condom on
him. It took a while, probably because I am inept at the motion, so I said,
"I guess you're really big." He tried to open the lube packet, but it was
like a childproof cap on Tylenol, so he said, "Let me get my bottle." He
stood up and I got a lovely view of his butt, with a little fur near the
bottom and two happy looking hemispheres. I couldn't resist, so I followed
him over and felt up his strong back while he pulled the lube out of his
suitcase.

He turned and kissed me while jacking off and lubing himself up. I wanted
him to be super hard, but wasn't sure I could do it any better than he
could, so I just went vocal again. "I want to sit on that." I said. And a
few seconds later, he was lying face-up on the bed and I was straddling
him, getting his stiffy into my butthole. I guess it paid to clean out my
butt in the shower beforehand, because it was actually easier than I
thought, and in no time the discomfort was gone and I was like a little kid
on a carousel ride. He began pumping up into me and everytime he did his
abs would flex and I'd put my hands on his pecs for support. Hot damn. He
was good. I wish I had looked at his face more but I was still waiting for
something to go wrong, as often does with me and buttsex. Eventually he
popped out and his cock was a little soft. I guess it was time to change
position.

I got on my back and brought my knees up. Then Jesse revealed his
experience with gay sex. He brought over a pillow to put under my ass. How
considerate. Of course he didn't waste any time in jacking himself back to
stiffness and then pushing into my tunnel. This time it hurt, not in entry,
but in how far it was going. I must have made a face because after a few
thrusts, he pulled back and turned me sideways a little bit, so that he was
coming in at an angle. Wow. He knew where I wanted it and he was finding
it. I got hard again and told him he was incredible.

Then he just completely melted me by laying down behind me, thrusting in
while spooning. I have never been quite the little spoon like that. And I
was making noises to let him know I loved what he was doing, but we needed
just a little more lube. When he had slathered that on, I was laying face
down and he got in the pushup position and pushed his dick down and
in. This was also great. He pulled my thighs up and toward him so we were
doggy style. I turned my face and we kissed as he sank his cock into my
butt, my eager butt that hadn't gotten such probing attention for
months. My legs were getting tired though because he had spread them out so
wide. So I sank back down.

With my face in the pillow I groaned ecstatically. I turned my head and saw
his big meaty knuckles there. "Your hands," I said, and I kissed one, and
then I put my mouth around his finger and sucked it while he plowed me. I
basically just ended up having it lay against the inside of my cheek as I
grunted. He was pulling his shaft almost all the way back now, and pushing
all the way in. It was iiiiinnnn, ouuuuutttt, iinnnnn outtttt, and the most
wonderful part was the way he leaned in and carefully licked my neck and
shoulder, like his tongue was a tiny little wet snake slithering across my
skin. It was the perfect contrast to his thrusting, and I think I was just
spouting drivel at this point. My cock was hard and I could have kept
going, but he pulled out, peeled off the condom and started jacking
off. Endgame, I thought. I sat up a bit and arched my back over his cock,
sitting on his thighs with the back of my head over his shoulder. I reached
around behind and slowly stroked his balls as he jacked off. He was silent
but so cute and determined. And then I felt the warm wetness on my back.

I was pretty done too at this point, and needed to go clean up. When I came
out of the bathroom, he was laying there with his cock drooling over his
muscular thigh. I swear that there is no sexier image of a man than this
one, with his arms back behind his head and his hard muscles supported by
the soft bed. I licked his nipples and got hard again, but it was 1:30am
and I didn't want to make him wait for me to come.

"You're not going to be able to drive me back tonight, are you?" I
asked. He told me actually he had to, because he needed to get up early in
the morning and wasn't going my direction. So that's when I knew it was
time to go.

In the car on the way back, he told me about his days playing football in
high school and college. Just when I thought he couldn't get any hotter. We
got back to my street, and before I stepped out
into the chilly night I kissed him. My glasses hit his nose. It wasn't
perfect. I knew I would never see him again. But I had a huge smile on my
face as I walked back to my house. I still don't know what he saw in
me. But for me, Jesse was 100% fantasy material and I will never forget him.


Any thoughts or feedback welcome: pendemeel@yahoo.com