Exploring The Bigger Man
Sex, no matter how many people are involved, is exploration. For
some,
it’s delving into the deep, dark parts of themselves that normally
never see the light of day. For others it’s investigating the available
parts of others, tastes and smells and textures until everything
explodes, the exploration a success. We all have certain terrain we
like to cover as well. Some men go for the smooth and slim aesthetic,
others desire the defined and athletic. I subscribe to a larger
aesthetic: chunky, curvy, big boned, call it what you will because
they’re all euphemisms for the crass sounding “fat”.
The thin boys are like planks on the prairies: flat for miles and no
surprises. The well
toned muscle boys have crooks and crannies but are so hard and angular,
I feel like I should bring rock-climbing gear to bed. With big guys, I
have everything I want. There’s a vast expanse for my hands and mouth
and cock to explore. There are all of the hot, sweaty, crevasses to
keep me entertained for days and all of them are close to somewhere I
can rest my head comfortably. I can fall asleep listening to their
breathing, their heartbeat, their stomach gurgle, whatever noise is
available where I’ve decided to camp.
A kiss usually unlocks
everything. A tongue in the ear can send paralyzing chills. Piece by
piece the clothing falls to the floor until we’re both naked on the
bed. The first run over with the hands reveals the sensitive sports.
His sides and armpits, the center of his chest, that spot just
underneath his balls, all of them are good places to visit. I could go
for days with my face buried in a big man’s armpit or right under his
balls, occasionally sucking on those like a teabag.
While I’m down
there, let’s talk cock size for a minute. The difference between a
small man with a large cock and a large man with a large cock is that
the large man’s cock looks proportionate, not freakish or like a
bicycle kickstand. Large guys with smaller ones are great too because
sometimes more than a mouthful is a waste and if they’re growers
instead of showers then who knows what size they could be hiding. It’s
just that much more satisfying to bring them to full attention so you
know which way to ride: go down and cough politely or roll on a condom
and find the best position to divide and joyously conquer. We breathe
heavier, we work harder. Add rubber, leather, sports gear, rope,
watersports, a shower, anything you like but it all adds up to the same
basic attraction to a large man.
It’s selfish really. This is partially
an attraction based on hoping that someone with a similar body type has
had similar experiences. While I explore his depths I imagine that what
I’m touching feels similar to what other men touch when they explore
mine. It’s an advanced vanity: self exploration through sucking the
other’s cock. Of course, that is not the whole of it and I am quite
sure that even without the philosophical pondering, I’d still be
attracted to big guys because there is more to love and lust over.
After all, the more ground there is to cover, the better the
expedition.
--S. James Curtis
