I went to Nashville looking for trouble, and Jasper and Dave, a white, chubby bear couple, would facilitate such if they gave me the opportunity to lay with them.
"So you're coming to the great state of Tennessee just to get your rocks off," Jasper asked me as we talked on the phone. "You don't know the two of us from a can of paint."
"The two of you? Since when did you have a clone," I asked him.
"Not a clone, but a husband who might get a little jealous if he sees some big, chocolate guy with his hands on me in the sex room," he told me.
Jasper's profile on Twitter noted he was married to Dave, but I didn't see them in photos together often, and Jasper made it seem like his sexual desires differed of his other half (Jasper's taste buds were wide, while it seemed as if Dave only craved similar skin tone and/or builds). I'd been sending Jasper front to back nudes for over two years, and he'd drop the occasional dirty photo on the internet and have thirsty tops like myself going wild, but it was far-fetched until now of us meeting while I was working in Seattle.
"You come here, I've got a few buddies you could reach out to just in case you, I and the hubby don't work out, as David can be hot and cold," Jasper warned.
I wasn't deterred, as I knew how to get to the butt even when the odds were stacked against me. I might've been arrogant in having a big dick, big balls and wicked tongue, but it was all a part of my truth of being into big, beautiful men, and it didn't get any better than this married couple out of Music City. We got off the phone and I needed to pack, as in three days, a Thursday, I would be boarding a flight out of Sea-Tac, heading straight to Nashville, a rarity with American Airlines. I landed in Nashville, grabbed my bags then headed to the curb for a taxi to take me to my airport, when a text alert had my phone buzzing.
"Welcome to Nashville, I think," said Jasper.
"Be a better welcome if I could get a ride to my airport," I messaged back. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me until you allow me to grab you, and take you to lunch," he said.
I waited, and 20 minutes later a green SUV pulled right in front of me, and the passenger window rolled down as I stooped to look inside and see Jasper, sporting a handlebar mustache, and showing teeth.
"This is scary," I said to him as never before had I seen him smile with his mouth open.
"Get your crazy ass in the car," he barked.
And so he got out to grab my bag, tossing it in the rear ot the vehicle while I stepped to sit in the front passenger seat, him climbing back into the driver's seat a minute later, and the two of us making eye contact.
"This is still weird," I said to him, but he broke the odd moment by reaching over the middle console to plant his lips onto mine, while I felt his hand touching my left as we shared a tender moment.
