Introduction

I do not consider myself particularly interesting so there isn’t much to say about me. Nevertheless, it’d be rude not to give some sorta introduction so I’ll give it a spin.

You know that popular Rene Descartes quote? Put a sexual spin on it and that’s me in a nutshell.

“I fuck around, therefore I find out”

– Me

I hypothesize on sexual situations and find out for myself. 

I also enjoy figuring things out through the scientific method. 

That’s it.

Today’s hypothetical comes from my love of anal. Hypothetically, as long as the ass I’m in meets my preferences, should it matter who I’m fucking? My preferences in this case are pretty straightforward.

• It should be big/fat
• It should be soft.

As long as you meet these two requirements, you have my attention.

Given how lax my requirements are, it got me wondering whether anal should feel any different just because I’m not fucking a woman. And since I wanted to find out, it was time to fuck around.

Materials & Methods

First thing I needed was to find a nigga willing to fuck. Thanks to Grindr, Tinder & even Twitter, this, I would come to realize, would be the easiest part of my journey. The hard part was not finding someone who met those two requirements, but finding someone who met those two requirements and wanted to fuck me.

Initially, for the sake of anonymity, I decided to not use pictures for any of the apps and see if anyone would randomly interact with me. (Un)shockingly, no messages across all three platforms.

So I tried again, this time with different bios but the same picture for each app. It was a picture showing my lips down to my torso and nothing more. For the bios, I decided to go in varying degrees of bluntness so it ended up looking like this:

• Twitter: “Exploring my sexuality, tap in.”
• Tinder: “Actually looking for hot locals in my area.”
• Grindr: “Looking for a guy with fat ass for my first time. Don’t wanna makeout nor jerk you off. Just wanna know if anal is the same with women as it is with men.”

The Grindr app was the truest because my partners have primarily been women and I figured I could be honest on there and set expectations. That was also where I got the most messages. It was initially great since it meant this might move on quickly, but I also got the most annoyed from there. My grievances, across all apps, could be summed into a couple of things.

1. Niggas don’t read. Grindr lets people send you photos and I was quick to learn that either a “fat ass” is relative, or niggas can’t read. I believe it’s the latter.
2. DL (or so they claim) niggas looking for their first time. As it’s my first time, I’d rather have someone more experienced and not like me. 
3. Niggas don’t read. I could’ve sworn I said “Don’t wanna makeout nor jerk you off” yet it wasn’t uncommon to chat with people who hinted at wanting this as well.
4. “Couples/Looking For A Third“. Not sure what part of “Looking for A guy” denoted that I wanted to be with more than one guy.
5. Did I say Niggas don’t read? Because everything I asked for was in my bio yet somehow, there seemed to be misunderstandings. I could forgive Tinder misunderstandings since “hot” is relative but Grindr was as blunt as possible so it shouldn’t have been as hard as it was.
6. Pests. After it’s established that we’re not looking for the same thing, maybe because potential sex is on the cards, some men just cannot stop messaging to try to see if I’ve changed my mind on fucking them. Either that or “Looking?”
   Yes, I’m looking.
   Not for you.
7. New realizations. Above all my other grievances, I came to realize that while a fat ass was nice, I also liked pretty feminine faces. I’ve ended up with women mostly because of their soft features and a huge part of enjoying sex for me, is looking at all their facial reactions as I explore their insides. So a slight part of my picking process also involved finding a femboy.

Eventually ended up finding a partner who ticked all my boxes. He was in his twenties, plump lips, loc’d hair and had a face without blemish. His eyes were sunset brown, luring you in till you almost found yourself staring.
The only annoying thing about him was that he was stubborn/sassy. For a bottom, he sure liked getting his way and not taking orders.

Regardless, we familiarized ourselves with each other, had a few video calls and eventually settled on a hotel to meet up.

 

Results

Once we both got to the hotel and settled in, I was ready to get right to it, but he said,

“Jeez nigga at least wine and dine me first. Some foreplay would be nice” he quipped.

“Not this. I thought we’d agreed on no making out.”

“Yes, I know you said you won’t be kissing from your lips, but you never said anything about kisses from mine.” He whispered, slowly kissing my neck.

As I was about to protest, he moved my hands to his ass before wrapping his arms around me, alternating between gently kissing my neck, and occasionally sucking on it, making sure I felt his tongue work my body.
I had two choices. Either stay mad and pout, or squeeze those cheeks and enjoy the moment. The fact that he knew I couldn’t resist any of his advances as long as his ass was in my hands pissed me off.

“He’s good” I thought, unbeknownst to me that this was a thought that escaped my head and left my lips.

He stopped to look at me, slightly abashed when I realized I said that out loud.

“I know I am.” He beamed, grinning from ear to ear as his lips glistened in the light. He was so pretty and it annoyed me how much he enjoyed himself at my expense.

His lips moved from my neck up to my ear, tracing a line from the bottom to the top of my ear, before sucking on the base of my ear. A stifled groan escaped my lips as he continued to tease me, probably trying to get a bigger reaction from me.

“You should suck my dick” I whispered, hoping it’d deter him from toying with me.

“And miss out on making you squirm from my kisses? Hell no.” He mocked, sticking out his tongue like a petulant child.

“I’m not squirming” I countered. At least, I didn’t think I was fidgeting that much.

“Are too”

“Am not”

“Shut up and squeeze my butt harder, like this”. As he reached for my ass, I wrapped my right arm around his left buttcheek and in one deft move, spun him around so his back was on my chest while his hair smacked me across the face. It smelled like lavender and I caught myself taking a good whiff, only to stop as quickly as I started lest he catch wind of what I was doing. His initial surprise at being spun around, ended with a giggle. Before I could ask why he laughed, he rubbed himself against my dick and I felt myself getting hard as he slowly slid up and down against me.

While in this position I realized that everything about him felt so delicate. From his hair in my face, to the smoothness of his arms. I found myself feeling parts of his body and every bit of him felt soft. It felt like many partners I’d been with and I was stroking his arms before I knew it, working my way up his shoulders, down to his sides, pushing my hands into his clothes to cup his buttcheek. It felt so soft and jiggled as I squeezed and released. As I moved my hands to their asshole, my thumb grazed a cold surface. As I traced around it, I realized that it his butt plug and smiled. I liked that kinda nasty. It was only when I moved my hands from buttcheek to stroke his pussy, that I was jolted back to reality as my fingers swiped against his balls and I recoiled immediately.

“It’s just a dick. You have one and I have one so stop being dramatic.” He said as he turned to face me, rolling his eyes. He looked annoyed, and not in the playful way he’d been all evening.

“I’m sorry. Honestly, I got carried away for a minute cus every part of you felt like most of the girls I’d been with.” I said, looking away from him, ashamed with my reaction.

“And so what? You were feeling me up like you would any other bitch and got scared cus of my dick? Bitches can have dicks too yunno?” He retorted.

At this statement, my eyes whirled to him and I felt gears turning in my head. He cocked his head to the side in confusion as he looked at me.

“You’re right. Bitches can have dicks and I’d like to fuck this pretty one right now” I said, with renewed confidence. In microseconds his face went from confusion, to half a smile, before he shook his head and rolled his eyes again.

“You’re so weird.”

“You’re the one about to fuck a weirdo so what does that say about you?” I smirked and I could see that he was relaxing again. I could see him looking up at me, probably trying to figure out a reply, but I would not give him the chance.

“Come put this bussy on me then.” Immediately the words left my mouth, they didn’t feel right. He picked up on it and burst out laughing and if I wasn’t as dark as I was, I would definitely have gone red in the face. I was about to ask him what was so funny when he pushed me on the bed and pulled down my pants and boxers until they were wrapped around my ankles. Since I was still slightly reeling from my initial embarrassment, my dick was at the midpoint of being erect and limp.

Any protests I might’ve had were outta my mind the minute his lips touched my dick. He started from the base of my dick, sucking as he slid up and down, avoiding the tip of my dick. I watched him work from side to side, until he’d coated every side of my dick except the tip.
Just when I expected him to start sucking me from the tip, he spits on my balls and begins to fondle it with one hand while sucking on my shaft on the other hand.

At this point, my toes are curling and I’m sucking in deep breaths everytime I feel him cup my balls in his hand, worried he might squeeze too hard, but he never does. I can feel him laughing as he sees me shake ever so slightly. He moves from balls to my tip, jacking me off while sucking me at the base, using my precum that was spilling more freely now as lube to jack me off. He eventually switches gears, licking off the cum from my dick before taking all of me in his mouth.

His mouth felt warm as he took me in his mouth. At this point, I looked down at him and his eyes peered up to me, and I realized that more than anything else, all I wanted to do was fuck that pretty face of his and mess up his makeup. And so I did, grabbing his hair and holding him in place while I thrust myself into his warm mouth. His throat felt so inviting as I found myself alternating between fast and shallow strokes, before making him deepthroat my dick. I was going to make him choke on this dick.
However, no matter how deep I pushed, his throat seemed to beckon for more of me. Even when I thrusted and felt the back of his throat, he only pulled me closer, almost like he was taunting me. That this dick wasn’t enough to get him to choke and he could take all of my 8 inches in his mouth. Pre cum started feeling like real cum, so I pulled back to get my dick to relax.

I still needed to fuck him so I would not be cumming so soon.

I twirled my finger, signaling for him to turn around and walked to get my condom and lube. This bought me some time and reduced my urge to cum which was great, because the last thing I’d want is to nut immediately when I slide in him.
When I returned to the bed, his ass was in the air in the best arch I’d honestly seen in a long while, butt plug out beside him while his asshole was gaped, inviting me in. After lubing both my dick and his asshole, sliding in him felt every bit as smooth as his skin.

He gasped as I slowly lowered myself into him. First sliding just the tip in and out, then half of me, before fully sliding all of me in him so he could feel all my inches. His ass felt nice and tight as I gripped his thighs and pulled him into me.
I felt him clench on my dick as I began pounding him as he gripped the sheets and moaned. Pushing down on his head, I spanked his cheeks mid thrusts to his grunts of approval.

“You like that you little slut?”

“Yes baby. Fuck me harder.”

I yanked his head before choosing to settle a hand on his throat. His moans became a lot louder and it became evident that he liked it rough. So I tightened my grip around his neck and spanked him a lot harder, taking each grunt from him as a form of agreement with my actions.

As I found myself drilling him, I could feel the need to nut welling up in me again and so I slowed my strokes, choosing to move in a ripple like motion with each thrust. There were occasional puffs of air that escaped his ass and as this was happening it dawned on me that this really was no different from fucking a bitch.

Either my slower strokes or something else must’ve sparked a change, but he pulled away from my thrusts and pushed me on the bed. He then straddled me in reverse cowgirl, intertwined our fingers together and bounced his ass on me. As he slid up and down, I found myself trying to match his rhythm, thrusting as he dropped his ass and pulling back as he rose. We moved in sync with each others bodies until I made him stop mid air and begun to thrust wildly into him.

This must’ve caught him by surprise as I watched him fumble about and try to lean forward to grab on to something, anything, for balance, but I would not give him that satisfaction. I pulled him closer until his back was on my sweaty chest as I thrust into him, this time much slower and making circular motions.
He wrapped his arm around my neck and pressed my face into that lavender scented hair of his. I found myself kissing at his cheek, and then his neck, tasting a mix of his salty sweat and a whiff of whatever lotion he had on earlier. His skin felt like butter and I just wanted him to melt on me. As I felt myself getting ready to cum, I whispered “Cum for me baby” and felt movement that I knew meant that he was jacking off.
I kept on with my strokes, slowing and increasing my intensity with hopes to stall so he could cum first and as I felt him muscles tense up, I stopped edging and decided to cum as well.

Conclusion

With my post nut clarity, all I could think was what he’d said as I nodded my head.

Truly, bitches can have dicks too.