This was a trip that I took to Atlanta to meet this hot sexy bigman. He wrote this story about our encounter



Reading through my e-mail, I ran across this message from Chicago. Said that I will be in your town soon and would love to hook up with you. I replied, thinking that if you do come, you will never have the time to meet up with me. My reply got a reply and communication began. But I was still concerned that this was a meeting that would never happen.

Soon it was the day of arrival, and for some reason, Mr. Johnson was more than ready when he awaken that morning. Standing tall in anticipation of the planned events. After a long hot shower, Mr. Johnson started to relax a little, but he was still excited, thinking of what was to come later. Soon the hour had arrived, and I drove the short distance to meet up with my Chicago dream. I had drove through the specified neighborhood the day before to locate the house. As I reached the house, I started to feel Mr. Johnson starting to stir again (as he is as I record these memories). I looked to see if anyone was watching or waiting for my arrival. The house looked empty, no cars or anything parked around the place. I walked up to the door, not knowing what or who to expect, but excited all the same. You see, I had met another fellow from Chicago before, and we had had a great time. We had spent the evening sucking each other off, and this guy was very excited about getting his mouth onto Mr. Johnson. So, I was expecting someone that would be hot and ready.

On the porch, I still saw no signs of life, and was beginning to think that this would be a wild goose chase. I rang the bell and waited for a few moments. There was no response. Of course Mr. Johnson was beginning to show his disappointment by deflating. I rang a second time, still no answer. I said to myself that I would try once more and then leave. But before I could push the doorbell again, I heard noise from the inside of the door.

As the door opened, I took in the wonderful view that almost fully filled the open doorway. If you like big guys, this could only be considered a dream come true. Nice dark skinned guy, thick around the middle, bright smile. Come on in he said, and he turned to lead me into the house. Please let this be the guy I said to myself as I checked out his well rounded behind. As we entered the family room, he motioned for me to take a seat, and then he introduced himself. We had some small talk as we checked each other out, and I could see by the smile on his face that he was as happy as I was. He suggested that we retire upstairs and as I stood, he moved closer to me and I just took him into my arms and planted a deep kiss onto his thick rounded lips. Quickly they parted and I ran my tongue as deep into his throat as I could. I guess that was the trigger, because our tongue’s started to play with each others, fighting for position, exchanging the excited heat building between us.

Up stairs, standing next to the huge king-size bed, we again shared a deep and loving kiss, by now, Mr. Johnson knew that as soon as he was free, he would be on the attack. My Chicago lover told me that he wanted to see in person the object of his obsession. I know that he was most likely thinking that I had something less than what had been seen on the picture. Most guys think that I have posted a picture of someone else. My weight and height is not normally associated with a tool the size of Mr. Johnson. First of all let me clear that up. Big men, many of us do in fact sport big tools.

In any case, my Chicago lover was more than excited that I had not posted a lie. Before I could fully exit my pants, he went headfirst onto Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson being in a very high state of excitement tried to find his way to his rear through his throat. My lover now was sucking while working his way out of his clothes. He sported a hard-on that could chip ice I am sure. He pushed me back onto the bed, and began to make hot oral love to Mr. Johnson. The workout he gave me had me moaning and pleading for him to show mercy and continue at the same time. He licked my balls, sucked my dick, and kissed my dick all over. I knew that I was being treated to some real Chicago style loving and dick worship at the same time. I have a local lover that gives Mr. Johnson all the attention he can stand, but this was forbidden love and it was great.

My Lover worked on my dick for over an hour, working up a sweat as he made love to me. He would bring me to the brink of climax then ease off in a way that had me begging to shoot. He had decided that he was going to deal only orally with me because I was just recovering from an illness that he did not want to aggravate. Soon, we both were so excited that it was no longer within either of our power to hold it back any longer. He wanted my load and I want to get relief. This was my first attempt in almost a month, and he was about to receive a month old backlog of hot male juice.

I really had some concern for him and told him so because it had been so long since I had came. This only served to excite him all the more as he worked to pull the load out of me. Soon, he felt Mr. Johnson growing rock hard in his mouth and he knew that I was about to unload. He took me as deep as my balls would allow and the load exploded down his throat. Without missing a stroke, he took every drop of my man-juice. Holding onto Mr. Johnson until he was bone dry, then he released him. Mr. Johnson was still as excited as ever, not even thinking of going down. My lover wiped the sweat from his head, cleaned his face and showed me the broadest smile ever.

I excused myself to the restroom to empty my bladder, which took forever because Mr. Johnson simply refused to go down. When I returned to the room, we kissed again and he went right back at Mr. Johnson. Still half hard, Mr. Johnson responded quickly. As soon as Mr. Johnson was standing stiff, my lover asked if he could have a little more. I said anything you want, however you want. He said doggie style.

I told him that I was there to please him and quickly got to my feet to ease Mr. Johnson into his man-pussy. He being experienced as he was, I was expecting a wide hole, but he was tight and I needed to go very slow. Soon, I was up to my balls in ass, and it felt great. By now all caution was gone and my illness was something in the past. I began slow, working myself in and out, trying to get a good feel for both of us. From the moaning under me, I know that I was giving pleasure, no doubt. Faster and faster I began to pump into him, filling him with the full force of my swollen tool. Yes, yes he was screaming, hard, harder. Faster and faster I pumped, thinking I would pass out if I continued at this pace. After about five minutes, the phone rang and he had to get it. I lay on the bed, resting for a while but feeling great and ready to continue. Soon, he was back, and I started again, this time determine to make him beg me to ease up. But he matched me stroke for stroke, begging for more, begging me to fuck him harder. I wanted badly to meet his demand, so harder and harder I pounded into him, my balls slapping against him, making a loud noise. This time I was determined to stay as long as he could. I fucked and made love to his ass for at least fifteen minutes, then he pleaded to go piss. Thanking god he had given in first, I backed off and let him go. He returned very quickly however, with his lovemaking smile still on his face.

I was lying on the bed, thinking that if I had to die, then this was the way. Mr. Johnson was still ready, and some day I will have to convince him that I am an old man. In any case, my Chicago lover walked to the foot of the bed, leaned over and took Mr. Johnson into his hand, working him over, and I was thinking that I would ask him to ride m