It's been awhile since I've posted. I don't know if I can share real experiences or if this forum is meant just for the fantasies we carry in our heads. But I felt like sharing this story (that just happened about half an hour ago). I'm actually giddy right now, because for the first time, I bottomed and I actually FUCKING loved it.
He and I had been talking on Grindr, trying to hook up in the middle of nowhere, Texas. It had been about three months, but most of the time, our schedules kept us from meeting. Well, I managed to have the dorm apartment all to myself while my 3 roommates were off at home. I sent a message asking if he wanted to do anything, and he was all gung-ho for it.
He entered my car, and my god die he smell good. Old Gentleman cologne that had traces of spicy undertones to it. He had thick black scruff that took over his chin. He was from Spain, and he had this thick build that looked great on him, filled with power. His blue tank top really clung to him, and his loose sweatpants still managed to outline the shape of his beautiful ass. I did a quick hello and so did he.
"Mmmm, very cute." I had barely said hello and he was already palming me through my levis. "Is your place close?" He was leaning in, his breath forming goosebumps on my neck. I remember lots of small talk happening, but I just remember driving as fast as I could to my apartment. It was 5 minutes away, but it felt like 30 to me. Before I knew it, he had closed the door and was locking it behind him as I set down on the couch in the living room.
The silence was deafening, heralding the coming passion from this particularly swarthy gentleman. I had barely asked, "What are you into?" before his face was mirrored in front of me, thick lips barely touching my shaking ones as I was surprised by his quick movements. He held my face in both of his hands, calloused and slightly scratching my cheekbones, a feeling that I really liked. "You."
His lips descended mine in a hard peck, swallowing my nervous breaths. He pulled away to stare into my eyes. I looked upon him, having a hard time getting my thoughts back in order to plan for what would happen tonight. I opened my mouth to say something, but that for him was an avenue for his tongue to travel. His mouth covered mine, tongue pulling in and out as I struggled to match him suck for suck. His hands traveled to my shoulders, tugging on my t-shirt, faintly kneading the tough skin beneath.
I don't know how I went from sitting across from him, to on my back with my legs wrapped around him. But now he towered over me, thrusting his waist as I felt his thick member against my jean-clad ass. OH MY GOD, he was one of the best kissers in a while. The Spaniard would alternate between shoving his tongue deep and hard into my wet mouth, and then sticking his out so that I could reciprocate, our tongues teasing-flicking- moving in a sort of dance with music of its own. He would tug on each lip with his teeth, pulling and making me lift my body up as my heartbeat would escalate. Other times, he would swipe and make a pattern across my mouth, his fingers first (which I happily sucked), followed by his tongue.
And how dominant he soon became. Caring but with strength behind him, he would often overlay my neck with his right hand, slightly squeezing but not enough to choke. His mouth would ghost over mine, feeling my short exhales as he massaged the sides of my neck. His left hand was shoved in the back of my jeans and briefs, quickly finding my ass--my hole---pressing with his fingers but not enough to breach---circling---like a ghost--kneeding my cheeks, slight scratches with his nails.
"I couldn't help but stare at this while you walked. Very cute. You'll love how I rim it. I remember you saying that was one of your favorites, right?" He kissed me before I answered, although my arms wrapping myself tight around him was more than enough permission. He lifted me off the couch, my legs still around him. Both hands found my waistband, and with short pushes did my cock and ass feel the exposed air. I remember shivering as I truly felt the temperature change (my roommates have this need to keep the room at 60 degrees all the time ugh).
I placed myself on my feet as he tugged his grey sweatpants to the ground, kicking them towards the window. And that's when my fears began to take hold. He was so THICK and LONG, longer than pretty much every other guy I've been with. Dangling and pulsating, uncut just like mine, beautiful. I actually kind of felt ashamed. I'm not small by any standard, but I'm certainly not one who can proudly boast of his thick cock. But sensing my fears, he encircled me and just held me as I forced my exhalations to even out. Of course one hand would always go towards my ass and slap it, but I knew that it was meant to be funny. I laughed, which is what I think he wanted as his low bellows filled the living room.
Either out of a need to prove myself, or just a way to make sure I wasn't just taking everything and that I could give, I dropped to my knees and I soon found his uncut head past my wet lips.