Matt and Daniel met me in Grand Central Station, as they were going to host me for a weekend of fun.
"Welcome to the chaos of the northeast," said the gray haired Matt, with a smile reflecting the sun and a bounce in his gait.
"Been a mighty long time since we started talking. Now we got you on the east coast for what we hope will be a very, long time," Daniel chimed in as he shook my hand, and referred to our first conversations on Bigger City.
Daniel, a 55-year-old chubby, white judge, along with 58-year-old Matt, the college professor, were a longtime couple I stumbled upon via the site a couple years prior, when one day I was strolling profiles and noticed Matt's round man tits on his profile page. I shot my shot and we engaged each other with photos, videos, and fantasies of meeting somewhere for me to demonstrate how much of a pounding he could really take, perhaps while blowing his husband, or even his husband watching as he would be next up.
"The way we'd been talking all this time, I was thinking you were becoming a fallacy," I told them as we hopped on the train car, ready to head north and get out of our clothes. "This is a lot for you two to meet me on the train, in the city nonetheless."
"Well, we're honored Sailor, as we thank you for your service, and well, we really wanna kick this weekend off right," Daniel told me, as he was sitting in between me and Matt.