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To set the stage, let me give you some details about Mikaél. Also, this story will be in first person point of view.

Mikaél is 23, 6 feet tall, chubby build weighing in at about 275 lbs. he is moderately hairy, with a slight latin accent.

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As I left work at the airport, I started thinking how tired I was of being single. It had been about 4 years since I last dated someone and I was starting to feel lonely. So with that thought fresh in my mind, I decided to download a dating at specifically for chubby, bearish types of guys. As I took my time to carefully fill out every detail on my profile, and writing a paragraph of what I’m looking for as well as my personality type, the last thing left was to add a picture.
Immediately I felt extremely vulnerable and insecure. I thought to myself, who’d even consider trying to be with someone who weighs this much. I’ve always been big, but never this big. I always stayed around 190 or 200 lbs, which at my height was an okay body. But at 275 I was at my biggest. I was terrified, but if I wanted to meet someone, then I need to put myself out there. Closing my eyes, I pressed my picture and it uploaded to the app.
A few days passed and though I had received a few “woofs”, no one stood out. Everyone either wanted sex or was just not attractive to me. So I changed my username to Puerto Rican Chub. Almost immediately the messages started pouring in from all over the world. Nothing crazy, but compared to the few messages I had gotten in a span of weeks, this was basically a literally interpretation of “It’s Raining Men”. But through out the “woofs” and “growls” there was one man who stood out to me. I clicked on his profile and immediately felt my heartbeat quicken.
According to his profile his name is Dave, he is 6’2, 184 pounds, and was Latino (Cuban). I clicked on his picture but it seemed to have been a stock photo from google or something. So I messaged him back thanking him for the compliment and asked him if he had a picture. I’ve never been the type of person to completely shut off someone because of their looks, but I do feel that there has to be at least minimal attraction to start anything with anyone.
A few minutes later he sent me three pics. One of him in a black T-Shirt and jeans, the second of him in a blue button down with black slacks, and the last of him with a white tank top he was pulling up to show his V cut and abs. He wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear in the last picture but there was a sunflower in a vase covering him up. He was dark skinned with beautiful light brown eyes, thin lips, his black curls were shaved down to a buzz, he had dimples on both cheeks with big pearly white teeth. The feature that really got me though was his bone structure. He had cheekbones that would make Angelina Jolie jealous.
We started chatting and things started moving quickly. We exchanged numbers and that night he called me. We spoke of our past, our present, and what each of us wanted for the future. We talked a little bit about preferences when it came to sex and I found out he is a top. I had bottomed before but it had been years and I was drunk when I did, so nervous isn’t fit to explain how I felt.
Our conversations continued and feelings flourished. There was one issue though. He lives in California while I live in Texas. Though I work for an airline, I’m not a big fan of telling guys that because they either take advantage of me or they take the effort I make into seeing them for granted.
Months passed, and we started arguing more over my jealousy and his lack of communication. It was now December and I still hadn’t seen him in person, only once through a video he sent me. Every time I made the flight reservation to go see him, he would come up with an excuse to cancel. Whether he was “robbed”, in the hospital, or had family visiting. It was always something. We ended up breaking things off and I quickly moved on as did he. I couldn’t help but regret the time and effort I had made to see him. I felt as if I wasted months on a fantasy. I was also angry. I felt as if he took me for granted and didn’t value the effort I made. So, I decided to download the app again, and there he was again. Online. Talking to other hoes but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t make time for me. So I deleted the app again and decided to call it quits.
A couple of weeks had passed and we were in mid January when I suddenly woke to a text from Dave. He said that he missed me and wanted me to be a part of his life even if it’s just as friends. He said that he needed me. Of course me being the idiot that I am, I told him I missed him too. But, I also let him know I was tired of the games. I gave him a choice. He could either make time for me or say good bye. I explained to him I would be going to California that weekend whether he was there or not, and that he could go see me if he wanted. He immediately agreed and that was that.

On the flight there my stomach was in knots. This was the first time meeting someone in another state and more importantly, flying for a guy. When I arrived, I ordered a ride, and got to the hotel in Riverside. I knew that Dave lived there so I was literally trying to make it very convenient for him. We had been texting from the second I arrived and that night he said he would go see me and take me out for dinner. It was around 7-8 when he texted that he was close to the hotel. I must’ve gotten up at least 20 times to check through the peep hole if he was there or pulling into the parking lot.

Moments later there was a knock on my door. There he was. My dream man standing right in front of me. He gave me a tight hug and a peck on the cheek and we left for dinner. We arrived at a Mexican restaurant and he was a complete gentleman. He opened my door, paid for dinner, held my hand.

After dinner, we stopped at the grocery store where he was all over me. Giving me hugs from behind, kissing my neck and lips. It was clear that this night would go on for a bit more. When we got to the hotel he started kissing me as we got on the bed. It wasn’t long until we were naked and basically wrestling as we kissed. I put my hand on his cock and couldn’t hide my shock. It. Was. Huge! He got hard as I blew him and his cock grew to a full 10 inches. He was uncut and had his pubes trimmed. I was in complete heaven until I asked him if he brought condoms and lube. He answered that he didn’t know we were going to get this far so he didn’t, so I said we couldn’t. But there were other things we could do. With that said, he spit on my hole and started fingering me. I was shaking from how good it felt. I was jacking off and he was eating me out and finger fucking me. Five minutes passed and I couldn’t hold it. It was then I came all over myself and him. He licked the cum off of my body and kissed me. I tasted my cum on his tongue.
The next day when I woke he had gone to work. But when he got back to the hotel he showed me he stopped by his apartment to get the condom and lube. That night he took me out for dinner again but this time I paid. He was still a gentleman and very attentive. When we got back to the hotel we knew exactly what we wanted. We both sucked each other off in the 69 position. He switched on and off between sucking me off and eating me out, with finger fucking me in between. I was ready, I got on all fours and asked him to take me. He kissed and caressed my back and ass as he started to slide in. It hurt so bad. He was hung and thick, and I was extremely tight. After a few seconds of pausing and going, he was finally completely in. We made love for about 15 minutes before I told him to go harder. He started pumping into me as I felt his balls slap against my taint. Harder and faster. I could hear him moaning and breathing hard as I moaned and cursed in Spanish begging him to go harder. With two hard jumps he collapsed. We had just made love and fucked for the first time.
The next day it was time for me to go back to Texas but throughout my entire time at the airport, I could feel him inside of me.

This wasn’t the last time I saw Dave. But it was definitely the best and most memorable. Please let me know in the comments and ratings if you’d like to hear about the next time I saw Dave.