The Big Man

At the age of 22 i started a new job as a Kitchen porter at a hotel in London. I was basically a dogsbody. It was a large hotel , with staff accommodation. I chose the option of living-in. One of the chefs was called Alan. He was a big man , aged in his early thirties. For the first four weeks i had the district impression he didn't like me. A fellow porter told me he was always like that with new arrivals , but when you got to know him he was okay. This turned out to be the case. Alan still wasn't particularly approachable but he no longer exhibited hostility. I was therefore taken aback when he began chatting to me out of the blue about six weeks into my employment. I realized he was just reserved. Over the next couple of weeks our chats became regular and longer. It was around this time that i began to feel an attraction to him. I already knew I was attracted to big men . My first sexual experience/relationship had been with a guy , who was on the big side( See ' My First Time.') I knew Alan was single and lived a tube ride away from the hotel but I was unsure whether he was gay , and if he was , whether he was attracted to me. Big gay men often prefer big men. I , on the other hand, am petite . An opportunity arose to spend some time with Alan away from the hotel. The catering manager , who was openly gay, was about to celebrate his fiftieth birthday . Both Alan and I were invited. The party was taking place at a pub in Soho. I asked Alan if I could accompany him to the pub. He reluctantly agreed. I later discovered his reluctance was due to him not liking pubs . I also wasn't a regular pub goer. The pub was a gay friendly which also seemed to disagree with Alan. I began to fear he was straight. Neither of us enjoyed the party and my hopes began to fade . We'd been there about an hour and a half when Alan announced he was leaving . He looked at me and said : ' Let's get out of here.' I readily agreed. As soon as we left , Alan became much more amenable . He asked me if I'd like a takeaway , and I said yes. He told me there was a takeaway he used often , which was near his flat .We got the tube , walked a short distance to the shop and then walked to his flat ; which was compact and neat & tidy. We enjoyed each other's company and I felt comfortable in disclosing to him that I was , not only gay, but was attracted to him. He said he was flattered but he didn't think of me in that way. When I left , I wasn't downhearted though. The way he smiled when I told him I was attracted to him gave me hope. The following week , Alan displayed more interest in me. His smile was softer. I wasn't surprised when he asked me if I'd like to visit him at his flat. I agreed.
When I arrived , I quickly realized it was a date. He was cooking me a meal (which was delicious). Afterwards we sat close together watching a sci-fi film . I struggled to concentrate on the film because I wanted us to go to bed , but I waited patiently until the end. I then asked Alan if he'd reconsidered his feelings for me . He apologized , saying he regretted what he said. He said I caught him by surprise when I told him I was attracted to him. He talked about his size , but I reassured him my feelings were genuine. He smiled and pulled me closer and kissed me tenderly in the lips. He was an amazing kisser. My cock was already rock hard.The kissing became more passionate and I felt his bulge . He then stood up and led me to his bedroom. I sat down on his bed , and he said he would be back in about five minutes. When he returned, he was wearing a robe. He asked me to undress. I had chosen to wear a skimpy g-string . When I revealed it he started to masturbate. His cock was beautiful. It was 6 inches with a bulbous head. He beckoned me over and then pulled down my g-string and gave me oral. His mouth felt so sloppy on my cock. I began to moan with pleasure. He then surprised me . He slipped his robe off and positioned himself on the bed. He was on all fours with his butt pushed up . He began to caress his hole . It dawned on me that we hadn't discussed our preferred positions . Alan was obviously a bottom. I'd only had two sexual partners but had experienced both top and bottom. Alan said I'd find what I needed in the bed-side drawer. I opened it to find condoms (ultra thins) and a pump action lube dispenser. I was so horny that I overdid the pumping and smothered my hand with lube . I then realized I should have put the condom on first. Alan was still caressing his hole. I then began to rub lube over, and inside , his hole. It was obviously he'd had plenty of penetration ( I later discovered he regularly used a dildo ). I nuzzled and kissed his butt cheeks. They smelled wonderful. When he had disappeared earlier, he had used a fragrant wash. He began moaning with pleasure and urged me to fuck him. It took me a couple of tries to find the correct position (the difference in heights being the issue), but eventually I rubbed my cock against his hole before, using my hand, i gently pushed the head of my cock inside him. My torso was laid down on his back and my pert butt cheeks began to rock back and forth. I manage to tickle his balls as my thrusting cock squelched against his sphincter. Alan was masturbating , and it was obvious he was close to squirting his cum . I was loving every minute of being inside him . I felt his body judder as he shot his load. I managed to last for around a minute longer before I emptied my cum filled balls. Alan laid down on his back an exultant smile on his face . I snuggled up by his side , my hand caressing his bountiful belly. My semi-hard cock , cum still oozing , rubbed against his leg. Later , it was my turn to be a bottom. Alan took time to make sure my pussy was well lubed.I sat on top in the cowboy position. My boy pussy was still tight , but he took it slow to start. I felt my ring stretch as he became more excited. I felt his cum pump . After he removed the condom, I licked his cock clean.This was the just the beginning for Alan and I.
He was my first long-term boyfriend. I fell in love with him.