A Promising Exchange

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“Hey- beautiful ass.”

The message sat in light blue relief against the dark gray screen of my phone. It accompanied a picture of a man with the face cropped out that I could only describe as beautiful; his body was clearly strong, but also had a good cushion of soft fat around his belly and his ass. A large tattoo of an olive branch snaked its way up his left side, and his hairy chest and arms gave him a masculine touch. His skin was darker than mine; he might have been latino or arab, judging by his course dark hair.

He appeared to be in his early 30’s, maybe, though recently I had begun to care less and less about the age of the men who fucked me. I’d been getting off on taking more and more men, feeling slutty. In principle, that is. I’d had a few threesomes, but besides that, I really kept to a one-on-one deal most of the time. Adventure called to me, but I told myself that I was only in my early 20’s; if I wanted to get gangbanged later in life, that would always be an option. I had to prioritize my studies for the time being, even if the idea of taking guy after guy made my cock twitch.

What surprised me most about the picture was that the man was twisted around so that his dick wasn’t on display; instead, his two round ass cheeks stared back at me, perky and covered in a light dusting of dark hair. He looked sexy as hell, but the ass shot confused me; I’ve been a bottom Ayrancı travesti all my life, and my profile definitely conveyed that. Not only was ‘bottom’ the selected option from the dropdown menu on positions, but my pictures were of me in jockstraps and showing off my ass as much as I could. Maybe this guy was vers?

A quick look at his profile told me that this was not the case. His bio was very straight to the point: Horny guy taking loads from men that fuck good. Raw is law. Shoot me a message if you think you (or you and some friends) would be a good fit. And, mirroring my own choice, his profile also read position: bottom.

He must’ve misread my profile. I was disappointed; this guy was crazy hot, I would’ve loved to feel him inside me. Maybe I could’ve taken his load. Oh well, time to break the news.

Thanks, I wrote, you’re hot as hell, but I think you’ve made a mistake. I’m a bottom too 🙁

I’d back to doom scrolling, assuming he’d leave that as it was, when I got another message from him a minute later.

I can tell, you look it haha. With a lot of potential, too. You ever think about being a cumdump?

I thought for a second, wondering what good engaging with this would even do. It’s not like he’s proposing he comes over or anything, and truth be told, I had spent many a nights thinking about how sloppy my hole could get.

Yeah, it’s Ayrancı travestileri really hot to me. Haven’t done anything close to that though.

A few seconds, and then:

Would you want to? Just wondering; not asking you to commit to anything.

I guess so, I responded, I just got on prep recently, so it’s a little more feasible. I wouldn’t know the first thing about it though.

A minute or two went by, and then I received another picture. This was the same guy, which I could tell from the tattoo. Here he was laying down on a bed, stomach down. His hole was front and center; two strips of thicker hair ran down his ass crack on both sides of his opening. His cock and balls were pulled back behind him as well. His cock was thick and hard, though not long, and his balls were big and shaved, unlike the rest of his crotch. The center stage, though, was the pure quantity of cum coating everything. It almost didn’t look real; his hole was clearly fucked open, though you couldn’t see very far down into him because the pool of cum kept it opaque. The dark hair was matted down, and his smooth balls looked slick with how much seed covered them. My dick jumped in the jock I was wearing and I could feel a bead of precum squeeze out of me.

This was me earlier this week. This was after 8 loads. He said nothing else.

I was quick. Woah, that’s amazing. Travesti Ayrancı How did you do that?

Interested? He teased. I have a pretty good network around here. Lots of guys like fucking other guys, if you can believe that.

Sure, I believed that, but the few guys I’d been with before weren’t so keen on fucking a guy that was that loose. Taking 8 loads? That was intimidating.

I think… I’d love that I responded.

I was hoping you’d say that 😉 I’m Andrew, by the way. Would you be interested in coming around to talk a little more? No sex or anything… not yet anyway.

Then, a phone number and an address.

I was torn; I still didn’t understand really what this guy wanted with me; he seemed to be a very exclusive bottom, as was I. But, I didn’t have much to do, and he was really hot, so I decided it was probably worth checking out. I looked up the address and found that it was an apartment unit about 10 minutes from my place. It wasn’t upscale, but neither was it run-down. It seemed completely normal.

I’m Barry. Anything I should do? Douche? Bring anything? I asked.

I like that you have an eye for logistics, he commented, but you should be good. Wear a jock, though. It looks good on you.

I was already wearing a royal blue one, though my precum had definitely soaked through the pouch at this point. I considered changing it for a fresh one, but remembering the state of Andrew’s hole in the picture and decided that he wouldn’t take offense to a wet jock. I pulled on some basketball shorts and a t shirt, had half a mind to brush my teeth (just in case) and headed out to my car. I have a feeling this’ll be a fun one, I thought to myself.

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