I was around 20 and really just beginning to explore my attraction to men and their dicks. While away at college, I found myself loving the taste of a heaving, leaking cock in my mouth and the feeling of a fat dick stretching my hole as it slammed into me over and over.
However, as summer approached, I realized I would soon be heading home to live with my parents. Although they certainly had an inkling of my sexual proclivities, I was worried it would be difficult to arrange hookups with as much ease as had been the case at school. Heading out in the evening for a few hours would at times seem a bit suspicious to them and while they wouldn't try to stop me from going, it would certainly be awkward. So would either coming home reaking of cum and sweat or being freshly showered at that time of night.
Upon moving home though, I realized I had an opening! I had yet to find a job so I was pretty much free throughout the entire daytime. On top of that, I was now living in a much more densely settled area and the chances of finding a man to fool around with in the middle of the day were much higher. I set to work, armed with an online profile that included pictures, letting those who were interested know that I had a tight body ready to get to work on fat dicks.
That's how I met Justin. I was getting quite a few responses to my profile. Many were the usual photoless profiles or poorly written, crude messages that are pretty much an instant rejection for me. One morning I logged in to find a message from who would soon be a new friend. A well written message, Justin introduced himself and asked if I wanted to go for a walk in a park near his house to see how we felt about each other. I had put on my profile that I wanted to meet in public first, and him respecting that went a long way towards me being game to meet.
Obviously, I checked out Justin's profile. He had a short but, again, well-written profile saying that he was looking for someone to "hang out" with regularly and his preferences clearly set the expectation that he was a top. His photos were very nice and showed a man in great shape with a red beard and mustache, nice muscles, and warm smile. His red hair was well coifed and short.
I quickly responded that I was interested and we went back and forth to set up a time to meet later in the morning. I got myself all ready to go, if you know what I mean, and before long found myself on a bus headed to meet Justin. I tried to keep myself distracted and not focused too much on the possibilities that the day held. Truth be told, my dick was at least semi-hard for most of the ride to the park.
Upon arriving at the park, which was mostly a pond with a nice walking and biking path around it that I had known for much of my short life, I set to work looking for Justin. I found him sitting on a bench near the water's edge peacefully surveying the scene in front of him. The calm water rippling slightly in the breeze while ducks and geese bobbed about. I appreciated the fact that he was present in the moment and didn't have his head down staring at his phone. I had a feeling we might connect on a slightly more than physical level. He was wearing tight shorts and a tight shirt that showed off his impressive muscles and I could feel the masculinity radiating off him from the 100 or so feet away that I was. I noted that we wear actually wearing a somewhat similar outfits, which fit the warm weather we were having. The difference being that my tight outfit outlined the slim, tight frame that I had versus the bulges of Justin's muscles.
As I walked toward him, Justin looked around casually and spotted me approaching him. His face instantly transformed into a broad, bright smile which I couldn't help but mirror.
"Matt?," he semi-asked, feeling pretty confident I was who he was waiting for.
"Hi, Justin," I replied. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise!" he replied. We looked at each other up and down for an almost awkward second before laughing a little. Justin broke the short silence and asked, "Shall we walk?"
I nodded and we started off around the pond.
We were instantly comfortable with each other. We talked about the normal things, like what we did, where we came from, etc. Justin was in Boston getting his doctorate. He had grown up in the western part of the state but had been in the city for almost a decade. He was clearly very active physically, which we talked about briefly as I had also been hiking and biking for as long as I could remember. Before long, we had informally made plans to go on a longer adventure somewhere.
Justin, being older and clearly a little more on the dominant side, took control of the conversation rather quickly. I loved this, as I was a fairly shy and reserved person. He asked me questions about my life and what I was doing. He wanted to know what I was going to school for and what my plans were. He was quick to give bits of advice when I talked about how I was not really sure where my education was headed.
While Justin seemed pretty serious and was clearly a driven person, he also displayed a sense of humor about things and we quickly found ourselves flirtatiously joking with each other. When the path at a certain section became to thin for two people to walk abreast, he put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me ahead of him. His touch sent a shiver through my body and I could feel my arousal grow. I could only imagine that he was checking me out as I walked in front of him so I held my posture straight and felt his eyes burning a hole through my shorts, even if I was actually just imagining it.
We walked all the way around the pond. The time flew by as we really did click on several levels. When we reached the bench where I had found Justin, we stopped walking.
