Nikki was a guy I met in town. He spoke really bad English, but it was clear that we had similar interests. Well not at first, to be fair. The pub was quiet and he had been eying me for a little while. I had been clocking him as well; as a mature, built guy he held an obvious appeal for me. We spoke at the bar and we both struggled past the language barrier and most likely not knowing what each other were talking about. However, when I went to the loo, he followed and after my wee I washed my hands and saw him watching. It was clear he was not going to the loo despite standing at the urinal so once my hands were dry I walked to a cubicle and stepped in, leaving the door open. He was in with me in a flash and he squeezed against me to give room for the door to close. ‘Not allowed,’ or some such I whispered to him, but he paid no heed. His hands were all over, roughly sliding under my shirt and his fingers deftly flicking and pinching on my nipples. I tried to feel his body, but I was busy being breathless and his touch on me. The only real contact I managed was his bugle pressing into my leg and bum cheek as he ground against me. “You nice boy, Harry,” he growled into my ear, “You make me hard.” His hands pushed on not waiting for any kind of response or exchange from me. His fingers fumbled at the waist of my jeans and then they went tight as his hand slipped in. He cupped my balls and hard one and then he froze as there was sound outside. We stood stock still as our ears followed the sounds of someone going to the loo, washing there hands and then rustling paper towels before footsteps moved on.. then stopped. “You’ll get in trouble in there,” a stranger’s voice said, “They don’t like funny business on site.” I thought I would have to explain to Nikki, but he seemed to have grasped it. He pulled his hand free and turned to walk out, but grabbed my hand gently first and placed on his crotch. Instinctively my grip felt for his cock and it was thick and ran horizontally. I held as best I could from that angle before he laughed then walked out and back up to the bar area. Back at our small table our conversation was very subdued and quiet, my mind constantly drifting to think about this large man, in stature as well as endowment and hoping that this would not be the end to our chance meeting. “You like,” he said softly and when I looked confused he clarified, “My cock? You like my cock?” I felt my face flush hot and I tingled in certain places. I tried to talk, but ended up nodding. “Where we go?” he asked and I felt ashamed at how quickly I told him my hotel was round the corner. Naturally, I wondered how we looked as we walked across the foyer and lobby bar to get to the lifts. I could not help it, the catholic guilt ever present! Nikki did not say a word all the way up and even once we were in the room he stayed quiet. “Bed,” he said pointing at the pristine duvet and vanished into the loo. I hastily stripped and then slid under the covers. My heart raced with excitement and the door clicked open and the light clicked off. I heard the jingle of keys and things being placed on the bedside table them the covers were pulled back and his big frame made the bed creak as he lay down next to me. He rolled up to me and his hands were on me as quickly as before. He was naked now and as he pushed and pulled me around I felt our arms or arm and chest or legs brush together. He was strong and muscular, but quick and precise with his movements. My excitement took over me and I just lay there listening to his deep steady breathing and reveling in this touch. Finally his cock brushed my leg and like the rest of him it felt thick and strong, I moaned both with appreciation and longing. Still without words he picked up on the message straight away and he took my hand and guided it to him. My fingers snaked round his hot hard shaft, my finger tip not close to meeting my thumb. Again I moaned. “Good, you like big,” he said in his low deep drawl and I moaned out again. He moved and lay on his back. I needed no encouragement now and I knelt next to him, leaning down across his stomach slight as I lowered my head. His tip was massive and I opened my lips slowly, easing my mouth down over him. I felt my lips stretch and I did my best to hold my teeth back. With a last bit if resistance I felt relief at the corners of my mouth as my lips slipped over the ridge of hid helmet. He felt divine in my mouth and I recall vividly how hot and smooth it felt. I wanted more of it, but that was the problem, he was so big that already my mouth was full and practiced though I was, I knew that much more would make me gag. I settled instead by taking his base in my fist and pumping it up and down slowly in time to my mouth bobbing down and up. I let saliva build around my tongue and with some gentle persistence I took more into my mouth as my enthusiasm took over. I thrilled inside as I heard him let out a long slow grumble and other words that I had no hope of understand. My attention to his cock was rewarded by the resuming of his touching me up, his big hands stroked my bum cheeks, reached under and tickled my balls or wanked my cock a little. Above my slurps and his mumbling he moved and I made out the familiar sounds of a tube squelching and the cold touch of a lubricated finger. His finger ran down between my cheeks and then tested to find my hole before pressing in without hesitation. I moaned my consent onto his cock and hope he felt the same vibrations through his shaft as I felt in my cheeks and jaw. More words from his rich accent and I am sure he told me I had a ‘nice arse,’ but not that mattered in the slightest. What was important now was that I could tell he wanted it, proven by a second finger going in and him moving them around, opening me up further. “Okay?” He asked and I pulled off his cock to answer and take a deep breath that I did not realise I needed. “Mmmm, yes,” I replied, my mouth tingling all over and my lips feeling out of place. “Okay,” he continued, “I give you more then.” I put his big fat tip back between my lips and gagged almost straight away. More finger went into me and I flinched momentarily, pushing my face down and his big cock to the back of my throat. I fought to relax and held in place until I was ready to resume. In no time all was forgotten and I was working his thick cock further in than before and even bouncing in time with his fingering though I later realised that this was just the natural movement in reaction his strong pushes in and out of my arse with his hand. “You ready now,” Nikki announced and he pulled himself up and out from under my face. “Stay there,” he told me and he hopped up leaving me on all fours in the dark. I was only thinking about his cock, but I was relived to hear his tear open a condom wrapper. My heart pounded now as the bed dipped as he put his weight back on it. His cock nudged my cheeks and then bruched under at my balls as he walked on his knees to get up close to me. Reaching down I pushed my cock down so it was touching his and I wished I could see how mine looked in the shadow of his. My though was interrupted by a squelch, lager than before and cool landed on my arse and he rubbed it down my crack. His big tip touched my little and for a moment I feared he was too big for me. My mind flashed back to my first time, a guy called Michael who had preached to me about the merits f good lube. I think Nikki may have known him as despite his incredible girth, my bum opened up and even though it stretched some what I could only moan out long and slow as he slowly, but surely filled me up from behind. “Oh you good boy, Harry,” he breathed as he pushed more and more into me, “Oh you nice ass!” His encouragement built excitement in me so when he asked me if I wanted it all, I groaned and answer, “Yes, give it to me, Nikki!” “Mmmm yes, Harry, I fuck your ass!” I gasped as he withdrew, nearly all before he slid it back for its return journey. His hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me with ease on and off his gorgeous dick as he would use guttural sounding words and then some I could make out like, ‘bitch’ ‘fuck-fuck’ and ‘cock-whore’. Tingles shot through me constantly and then he promptly changed his style and pulled back and banged it all home then pausing a few seconds before repeating. I was as in control as I had ever been since he revealed his attraction to me so all I could do was feel him pound against me with each thrust as each contact would have sent me across the bed were it not for his tight grip on me. After a few minutes of this he pulled back and an instant yearning overwhelmed me as he pulled free from my rear. He lifted one of my legs and I rolled/fell onto my back and without any time to catch my breath he grabbed my ankles and rolled my legs high. Briefly in the silhouette caused by the street light I made out the shape of my cock, soft from the barrage on my arse and then from nowhere, the dark shadow of Nikki’s member. I smiled at how much it dwarfed mine and then he pulled it back once more and slid back into my arse with ease. With a new a angle came new sensations and as he pressed on my g-spot I gasped even more with each thrust, each over sensitive clench of my muscles. Nikki reached down and whisper, “Time for come,” and he rubbed my cock ever so gentle until it swelled up and then was full hard. My erection returned in no time and he altered his soft thrust in me some how, a way I did not have time to track, but suddenly, my own helmet tingled and throbbed, pulsing harder than it was and with one final pull a hot stream of my come landed on my chest and as he moved his pull so he repointed my cock and so come hit my face also. It was like an out of body experience and I came to understand that the frantic gasping I could here was actually my own. I love how much I come when my arse is stimulated like this and I open my mouth eagerly to enjoy as much as I could. While my body was electric with my orgasm he moved back with ease and pulled my body to the edge of the bed. Half standing half leaning he fucked me steadily, a noticeable sense of urgency growing with each motion. It was like I was coming all over again as I sympathetically moaned, urged him to come as his cock twitched and seemed to grow yet more inside me. With a roar like a war cry he held still and I felt his cock, crammed in me pulse and shoot warmth deep into me. He held there without moving, but I could tell he was still coming by the throbbing through his shaft. Finally his body surrendered and his legs twitched and he leant heavily on me before rolling, and pulling out of me, to collapse on the bed. “Very.. good,” he said between breaths, “Fuck.” Now that we were both lying down there was more light coming through the window than I knew and his cock stood there swaying, not wanting to go down. He sat up and I went to do the same, but he put a hand gently on my arm. “Stay,” he said and then more softly, “I go now.” He got up as monolithically quiet as he had been and vanished to the hotel bathroom. He returned and strode to he bedside where he collected his things and then to my surprise he leaned down and kissed me, not a passionate kiss, but planted, lips to lips. “Thank you, Harry,” he said, “and one last thing.” In the dark I had not seen it, but in his hand was his condom, he wrapped my hand around it said something I did not understand, but I guessed it was good bye as he then left. I did not move for a time, wondering if what had just happened was real and reliving it in my mind. My tender hole was sore and to my surprise my cock twitched to life. I slowly tugged on myself feeling an orgasm surprisingly close. I held his condom as best as I could and then swapped hands to hold it by the tip. Instantly his come ran out and down my cock and over my balls. I wanked fast and cried out to no one as I shot another load, hot come raining on my chest and running over my fingers. I rested in the aftermath and this time let myself drift off to sleep.