My many lonely nights at college had left me eager and full of anxiety. I stared at gay dating websites and local ad websites every night, wondering if one of the guys posting was the perfect sexual match for me. Meeting a guy online is always a hit or miss, and honestly the only hit I had ever had was with Doug. A couple months after I had first hooked up with Doug, our schedules had conflicted a couple times in a row. It was a Wednesday night when I finally met someone new.
Jeff was a 6'4 225 pound African-American guy who loved sports and beer. He seemed like an All-American type; someone who was really in shape and really into just "hanging out with the guys." I sent him a message and waited for a response. It was 45 minutes later when he arrived at my apartment.
"So you do this a lot?"
"No not really, I have a girlfriend most of the time, haha." We chuckled together.
Jeff was all over me in minutes. He ran his fingers through my hair, and squeezed my ass with the other as he tongued my mouth, pressing his growing bulge against my stomach. He was so tall, and he was definitely packing something. As he took off my shirt and slid my gym shorts and boxers to the ground, my half erect cock tapped him on the chin. He put it all in his mouth and down his throat in one gulp. I marveled at how he could take my almost 7 inch cock without a flinch. He sucked me, sitting me on the bed, as he was kneeling in front of me, stroking himself through his pants. I played footsie with his cock, moving it from left to right, feeling it with my toes, and realizing it was about as long as my size 11 foot.
I stood him up and took off his shirt. He had massive pecs and ripped abs, definitely the most in shape man I had ever seen. I took off his jeans, and slowly took down his white briefs.
"Who wears briefs anymore?" I asked jokingly.
"I guess just me..." He replied