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I'm what you might call a simple guy. I live in the country where the majority of my friends are trees, birds, and my trusty dog. I work in construction and I drive a forest green pickup truck to work every day. While I have been happily 'out' as a gay man for most of my life, I willingly choose solitude of the rural life over the hustle and bustle of city life.

I am a big boy. I stand at 6'8 and I weigh over 300lbs the last time I checked. I am hairy, healthy, and happy in my big body. Anybody who has anything bad to say about bears obviously hasn't had the privilege of loving one.

But let me get to my story.

This happened about 3 years ago on an absolute whim.
I drove into the city for a job that was supposed to only last for 3 days -- wrapping up some dry wall at a building of fancy new condos. I said yes to the job because it would allow me to work alone, which is always my preference.

One warm afternoon I decided to take a long lunch break and head down for a burger down the road. While I waited for my food, I had a wild impulse to download a cruising app, something I had never done before in my life. I couldn't tell you what made me think of doing so on that particular day- maybe it was boredom mixed with the different pace of city life, but for whatever reason, I found myself staring into my phone while the app opened and flooded my eyes with all sorts of virtual information.

There were profiles of all sorts flashing in front of me;
"hung daddy looking for soft twink"
"built - masc 4 masc - free tonight"
"local student seeking COCK lessons"

Dick pics and crew cuts as far as the eye could see. White men with superiority complexes. If I am being honest, it all made me feel sad, alienated, and bored. But just as I was about the give up and delete the app, one particular picture caught my eye.

His username was "Randy" and he appeared to be less than 50 feet away. I don't even know how to describe how beautiful this guy was, but I'll give it my best shot.

Randy had deeply set green eyes and thick eyebrows, plump lips and a face filled with stubble. He was chubby with rosy cheeks and a shaved head, with one single earrings looped into his earlobe. What struck me most was his confidence. I clicked on his picture then immediately felt my breath freeze in my throat as I read his profile:

"Trans fag looking for an afternoon companion. No jocks, no jerks."

My heart was beating quickly and my pulse was audible. Woah, a trans guy. I had never seen a trans guy before, at least not to my extremely limited knowledge. But he was so HOT, even hotter than the rest of the guys on the app. Should I message him? I thought to myself, as I walked up to grab my takeout order.

I decided to go for it. What the hell. The worst thing that could happen is nothing, right? I sent him a message.

"Hey there, handsome, what are you up to?"

He replied almost immediately and I nearly spit out my food from surprise.

His reply was, "not much, but I like your picture and I would love to see if your big belly is as hairy as I hope it is".

FUCK. Did I read that properly? Is he flirting with me? Is he into fat guys? Holy shit. This was all happening so quickly but I really wanted to roll with it. I messaged back:

"It sure is. Let me send you a picture to see if you approve"

I snuck around the back of the chipstand to snap a picture of my gut for him. I was sweaty and dirty from the drywalling, but I figured I'd might as well be honest about who he was talking to. I attached the picture then sat down on the ground to await his response.

5 minutes went by! Fuck. He hated the picture. I scared him off. I'm too fat, too hairy, too much of a work pony. But just as I was beginning to spiral into a sea of self-doubt, I heard the little "woohoo" sound of the app's messenger.

"Looking at your picture just made me so hard that I had to run to the washroom to hide. Want to come help me out?"

My mind was spinning! Was this really happening? He was so bold, so sexy, and so into me.. it felt too good to be true.

But what about the trans thing? What does that mean for all of this? I didn't know the first goddamn thing about trans guys. How would I know what to do?

There was only one way to find out.

I wrote, “Yes please. Let me know your location and I’ll be right over”.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I felt so much nervous giddy energy that I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I started towards the garbage can to get rid of my lunch remains then headed quickly back towards my work site to clean up a bit. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I was picturing what his body might look like and what his lips might feel like.

The message came in. “347 Riverview Lane, it’s my work place. Back door is unlocked. Meet me in the bathroom – first door on your right once you walk inside. Hurry.”

I couldn’t fucking believe all of this was happening but it was. I could feel how hard I had gotten and knew that I would need some relief soon.

I washed my hands and gargled some mouthwash before slapping some water on my face and neck, which had become sweaty. I smelled pretty good. Let’s do this, I said to myself as I jumped into my truck and began to drive over to the address.

It was less than six blocks away. It was a Polish restaurant in a quiet, old school neighbourhood. I felt like I stuck out but I doubt anybody actually noticed me. I parked my truck around back as instructed, then took a deep breath, and walked up to the back door.

The door was unlocked. I turned the knob and stepped inside, peering ahead to see if we were alone. We definitely weren’t. I could hear people up ahead in the restaurant’s kitchen at the front of the building. I felt my nerves perk up with a dose of anxiety- was this for real? Was he really in the bathroom? Is this a safe situation? Something inside of me told me to proceed.

I walked up to the first door on the right and knocked softly on the door. His voice was warm and deep: “come on in, stud”, it said.

I opened the door and stepped inside, making sure to quietly close and lock the door behind me before anybody had the chance to see or hear us. I looked up at Randy and smiled.

He was so handsome. A deep smirk on his face put my whole body’s anxiety at ease. “I’m real glad that you made it”, he said.

Randy stood at about 5”10 and looked about 185lbs. He was muscular, with thick arms and legs outlined by his black t-shirt and black work pants. A shaved head and a thicker moustache than he'd had in his profile picture. I really liked it. He looked like a fag from the 80’s.

“You uhh, you said you needed some help with something?” I managed to utter before feeling my face go entirely beet red. The fat guy’s curse.

His smirk deepened to a devilish level. “You’re damn right I do. I need you to finish what you started. And you can do that by taking off your shirt and letting me see those big hairy tits of yours.”

My god, I had never blushed harder in my life. It’s like he knew how to say things to me that other guys would never dare say. It felt so sexy to hear another man call my chest “tits”.

“You got it”, I said, doing as I was told. My shirt came off and went to the floor. Randy let out a little moan.

“mmm, fuck, you’re so hot. Come over here and let me suck those tits of yours”

There was an instant chemical reaction when our bodies touched. He was warm and strong, with thick shoulders and soft lips. He ran his hands across my chest, running his fingers through my hair and taking deep huffs of my smell. When his tongue found my nipples I let out a deep moan. My dick was throbbing against my pants.

He took his shirt off to reveal a chest filled with nice tattoos, chest hair, and two deep scars under each side of his pecs. He took my hands and brought them up to his chest, giving permission for me to do what he had just done to me. My fat fingers traced the contours of his nipples, teasing him softly until he was beginning to writhe and whimper against my body. After several minutes of kissing, groping, and teasing he abruptly asked:

“Have you ever sucked a trans dick before?”

I shook my head.

“Because you’re about to"

With that, he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off to the side of us. I instinctively fell down to my knees in front of him as he leaned back against the sink.

He stood in front of me proudly and reached for my hair at the back of my head. His dick was perhaps the smallest that I had ever seen but I didn’t care at all. He smelled incredible and I was aching with need.

He grabbed onto my head tightly then plunged my mouth down onto his dick, shoving every last inch of himself into my hungry face. I reached around and grabbed onto his ass, digging my nails into his flesh – which caused him to let out another moan. I sucked his dick with a fervour that I had never felt before, my head rocking up and down, sliding his meat in and out of my mouth, then deeply into my throat, sucking hard enough to gather all of him into me then softly enough to release it. He was moaning and sighing, pushing me in and out, fucking my face as hard as he needed.

“Yes, suck me, all the way into your throat, take it all in, suck the life out of me!”

I felt him getting close and I felt myself getting delirious with the need to swallow every inch of him. I could feel his shaft begin to tighten and my own dick oozing precum. I was flicking the tip of his dick with my tongue while pulling the rest of him in and out of me. He began to shout—

“Oh ffffucck, I’m gunna cum! Don’t fucking stop! Oh fuck, yes, yes! I’m coming! Oh god”

I felt a spasm of energy pass through him leading up to a convulsion of dizzying pleasure. A warm gush of cum burst out of his front hole as we pushed himself deeper into my throat”

“Swallow it, yes, oh please drink it all out of me”

I did as I was told, happily. He tasted salty and sweet, like a day at the lake.

His body eventually slumped and he let out a deep sigh.

“You suck real good trans dick for a first timer”, he said.

“I aim to please”, I said as I felt my own dick throbbing violently. I let his puffy, emptied dick fall aside.

“Now it’s my turn”, I said. I grabbed onto his hips and flipped him around so that his ass was facing me, and before uttering another word, I plunged my tongue into his asshole, thrusting in and out of his tight little hole. I could hear him moaning as I tongue-fucked him while unzipping my pants down below. He knew what was coming and he opened up wide for it.

“Please, fuck me. I need your dick inside of me now!” he yelped.

I stood up immediately and kicked my pants and boxers off, letting my fat, jizz-soaked dick fall out. I asked if he wanted a condom but he shook his head to say no. Randy pointed to a shelf above the sink where a small bottle of lube sat. I reached up to grab the bottle, flicking it open with my thumb and teeth. I squeezed an enormous amount of lube onto my throbbing cock then threw the bottle onto the floor.

I pulled his hand around behind him and made him rub the lube all over my cock, letting him feel the size of what he had coming to him. He moaned and arched his back, spreading himself open for me. “Please”, he pleaded, “fuck me!”

With that, I plunged the tip of my fat cock into his hungry hole, warming and loosening him up. Once he was good and ready, I shoved myself seven inches deep into his asshole as he let out a scream of pleasure. I placed one hand on the sink to steady myself and one hand over his mouth to mute some of the noise.

I fucked him hard and deep, with long slow strokes, in and out, up and down. I felt the warmth of him squeezing the ache out of me until I knew I was about to blow the largest load of my life.

“Fill me up, baby, I want you to fill me so good that I leak your cum for a week”, he said with ecstasy.

And with that, I shot everything I had up into him, letting out a deep moan into his ear as I spasmed, half-falling onto his back. My hands grabbing onto his side as I rocked there, shaking every last drop out of me. I stayed inside of him until I was empty and exhausted.

Slowly, we came fumbling back to reality. I slipped out of him and he turned around to show his happy, red face. I could see that his dick was semi-hard again so I made a suggestive face and slowly reached to grab it, at which point he slapped my hand away.

“No way, pal. If we go again I’ll end up fired from my job” he laughed. I laughed too.

“This was one unexpected lunch break, I’ll tell you what”, I said.

Randy smiled. “I’m really glad you showed up.”

“Me too”, I blushed.

I went back to my truck and decided to blow off the rest of the work day to head home and rest. I couldn’t believe my luck today. And I couldn’t wait to suck more trans dick one day!

----The end ----