I am a biguy forty-five years old, five-foot eleven, one hundred seventy-five pounds and in reasonably good shape. I have a masculine appearance and demeanor.
I am currently in a bad marriage, on the way out, meaning separated and have started to experiment sexually with things I haven't tried before. I have tried a swinger club, sex with married couples and man-on-man sex. I have even tried a dominance club with a dominatrix. I have enjoyed all these experiments and am hungry for more. I recently heard that some biguys meet at rest areas for anonymous sex. I enjoy getting a blowjob and recently began to suck cock myself, but that was the extent of my experience with mansex.
Last Friday, I was driving home rather late from a grueling week at work. I didn't feel like going home to an empty apartment so I decided to drive to one of the rest areas I had heard rumours about. It was about nine o'clock in the evening when I arrived there. It was deserted and not even one trucker was around. After an hour I decided to drive home. On the way, I felt thirsty and drove to a nearby public housing block where I knew there was a convenience store.
I arrived at ten p.m. and as I approached the door I could see it was closed. While standing there, I heard a voice from the relative darkness with a thick accent, "they close early because of corona virus." I was startled as I didn't know anyone else was around. I looked over and saw a tall, dark, handsome man standing there holding some pizza boxes.
"Oh, ok, thanks," I responded and turned to go. I reached my BMW X5 and realized the man had followed me.
"Nice car, my friend," and proceeded to make small talk about cars.
We were now under a street lamp and I could get a better look at him. He was about fifty two years old, two hundred ten pounds with a flat top haircut and a big bushy, but well-groomed mustache. I could see that his arms were covered with long, silky strands of black hair and a big tuft of hair poked out of the collar of his white shirt. I was intrigued because I had not yet been with such a masculine, studly man. His smile and friendly manner softened me a bit and I started to get a feeling of attraction for him.
He told me that his name was Cenk, he was originally from Turkey and he owned the pizzeria next to the convenience store. He was on his way home and asked if I would like to join him for some pizza. He explained that his apartment was about a five minute walk and he added that he lived alone. I discreetly looked him up and down (or so I thought) and could see he had a big package, not fully contained in his underwear with a big lump snaking down his left leg.
I told him I wasn't sure I was hungry for pizza. He discreetly rubbed his crotch and said he was sure we could find something I was hungry for. Damn! I thought, was I so obvious?
When we reached his apartment he offered me something to drink and he ate some pizza. On the wall were pictures of men wrestling and he explained that in his earlier days he was a wrestler in the Turkish National Oil wrestling competition and these were pictures of him. I immediately got hard looking at his oily, hairy body only clad in leather pants in combat with an equally hunky opponent.
He grinned at me and said, "I think you like, no?"
"Yes I do," I responded a little too enthusiastically and breathlessly. He reached over and caressed my face with the back of his big, furry paw. I was almost swooning and not feeling very masculine at all.
"Not to worry, Cenk want fuck, but before, we take shower," he said. We went into the bedroom and started to undress each other, this was very sensual for me to have a big man's hands unbuttoning my shirt and pants as well as doing it for him. The heat radiating from his body was already turning me on.
His body was very hairy with silky, smooth hair, the only exception being his cock and balls which had been shaved and were smooth. He was considerably older than in his wrestling days, but his pecs and biceps were strong and well defined. He had added some weight on his abdomen, but altogether in nice shape.
His flaccid cock and low-hanging balls were impressive, a big cut cock head and long thick shaft impregnated with thick, well defined veins. His balls were like large, plump plums. He lifted his arms to show off his biceps and pecs and I reached out and felt their strength. I ran my hands through the luxurious pelt on his chest and abdomen. I took his ten pounder in my hand and it was almost as thick as my wrist.
"You like," he said pointing down to my throbbing hardon. I nodded. He rubbed my relatively less hairy body with his big, strong hands and told me I had a nice start on my muscles but needed to work harder. He reached around and cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed firmly. His thick middle finger explored between my ass cheeks and found my hole. I jumped at his touch, but he kept on massaging my hole.
"Ahh, you are bakir?" I shook my head to indicate I didn't understand. "Bakir, never been fucked," he explained.
I shook my head in the affirmative, "yes, bakir."
"No worry my friend, Cenk will make a woman of you," he said and laughed a little too loud and long for my liking. I guess I felt my masculinity was being questioned, something I was having inner conflict with on my new sexual journey.
In my mind I was wishing that I had tried to fuck myself with at least a small dildo before my first anal, but I knew I would not let this opportunity pass me by.
