Some guys say no, they say you are not your type, the say they want more, or better, or longer, or younger, or older, or hairier, or smoother. They seem picky, like they have all the choice in the world every day. Sometime you block them, annoyed, or they block you, as picky as they are and that’s it.

But some other times you chat with them again and again, since they delete all the previous conversation and you never know how it will end.

I suppose I have started chatting with this guy some 4 or 5 years ago: we use to go at the same gym, I have seen many times at the training room, or in the changing room or in the shower and obviously I have recognized him on Grindr. He didn’t have a face on his profile, but he was easy to be spotted with his angels wings on the back. He was a muscular guy, very short, dark colors, definitely with an attitude. I chatted a couple of times with him during the day, but he told that he wanted sex with xxl  top guys. I’m top, but not xxl, not even xl, if you are asking. I am often surprise by the obsession some guys have about measures: it is not that they get more excited if they find a very hung guy, it is that they can have sex only with hung guys. I find many of these guys and I just let me go.

I remember that a couple of times this guy approached me and I immediately answered I am not your type, I am not hung enough, I am not xxl.

We also swapped so many pics, so that he could be sure that I was not up to his standards from every angle: I wasn’t bothered by it, I simply don’t believe that being so hung is so important to be sexy or to be good at sex, so it is a judgement I don’t care about.

One Sunday morning I was ready to go to run: it was an incredible hot morning in March, like a day of summer three month in advance. The picky guy texted me asking to have sex. He seemed very horny. I told him again that we already know in person and that I didn’t have the gun he expected to spread his legs. He wanted again to see thousands of pics, just to be sure. I got the feeling that we were living in different time bands while in the same city. I was an early bird, ready to start my day, with a morning glory between my legs; he was ending his night, ready to go to bed, but still horny and probably disappointed from the night. This is when all the picky guys just go on sale, they have dismissed so many guys believing in their endless choice that at the end they are alone, the xxl guy they want so badly is probably having great sex with an average guy and they understand it is time to lower the quality of the porn movie in their mind. So, pics from both sides, pics and descriptions, pics again. I was just doing while getting ready, drinking something, but then the guy told me to go to him. I said again that I didn’t want to loose time, I knew what he liked and it wasn’t me, he said he wanted to be fucked and he liked my cock. I laughed and thought that it was like the last day of sales for him.

I went to his apartment, a couple of minutes of run, took the elevator, went inside. He was in his brief, we kissed, we went to his bedroom.

He obviously had some popper next to the bed and had a porn movie on a tablet. He wanted to suck me while the guys in the movie were having oral sex and asked me to rim him while he was watching the video. Then he wanted to be fucked. I went inside him from behind as easy as I could imagine, he wanted it hard and wanted to be slapped. He asked me if I could also fuck him with a dildo and I said yes. Popper, porno and dildo: the full set.

I laid on his back, spread his legs and got penetrated by the dildo. He liked it a lot and grabbed my cock, jerking me off. Then he asked me if I was willing to try and push the dildo and get inside with my cock. I decided to try. I thought it would have been difficult, or weird, or I would have felt something unpleasant or it would have taken from his side. None of those. It was easy, it was what he wanted, I felt as much pleasure as ever.

I didnt’t really feel the dildo against my skin, I have no idea if it was because of the condom, but it was like fucking him more aggressively and dominating him. I touched the dildo and then I found a rhythm to penetrate him twice, calling him whore..

I fucked him this way. moving my body inside him and moving the dildo with me. He kept looking at the video, and I watched it too. I came inside him and he came soon after. I stayed a bit longer, still hard, still pushing the dildo. When I came out he wanted to see my sperm before tossing the condom away. I saw me out quite gently, he said that was good and now he was ready to sleep.

In the hall of the building I met a nice guy with a birthday cake: I stopped there to pick the right music for my training and before closing grindr I noticed he had blocked me. I laughed, I completely agreed with his choice and I just thought some guys can never be satisfied.

I so prefer my time band.