I saw him earlier get out of a truck before heading to my door. It was a bit weird cause there are some guys that you just expect to see on a bike (Harley, not Ducati nor Schwinn). A brute muscle bear that's proportionately added even more mass. High and tight haircut. Armband tattoo. A guy with presence that makes him appear taller and broader than he actually is. Throw him in some leather and toss a mo' on and he'd be a living Tom of Finland drawing. But when I opened the door, he was actually my height. Maybe even a bit shorter. But fuck, if I don't love playing with these guys. Nothing nicer than seeing a menacing guy furrow his neanderthal brow in an expression of needy submission. Or having the palm of your hand getting pricked by the stuble of a buzzcut and then feeling him give up all resistance as your hands squeeze tighter and tighter around his skull when you start to face fuck him. And then when he looks up at you while he's on his knees. Tears welling up as you force your dick deep down and block all air and he just moans wanting more, drawing up that deep throat spittle that's so great for fucking. Or when you bend him over and you see the wide expanse of his back and him just offering himself to you, feeling how tight he is and wonder when the last time he's gotten a good drilling, fucking him at full speed and watching his meaty ass bounce and ripple every time you hit bottom. And even nicer still when he gets off your bed and you notice a big puddle on the bed as he sheepishly tells you he came twice while you're fucking him. All handsfree.
Yeah, they need to make more guys like that.