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This guy I met who clearly was interested in me who’s definitely a really gigantic man well over 300lbs which is a lot bigger than me. He wasn’t really physically “my type” or at least I wondered so but he’s clearly beautiful just large. He had invited me out, and since he is so wonderful, I had already decided that we would at the very least enjoy ourselves. We went to dinner which was pleasant and as I chatted more with him I realized how judgemental I was. He received a fairly small dinner instead of the burger and drink I had anticipated. When I questioned him about whether or not he was genuinely hungry, he replied that he was attempting to lose weight but that the medicine he had to take made it extremely difficult since it affected his metabolism and energy levels. He went on discussing it in considerable depth. He has a regular mild training program of what he can handle and a restricted diet. He has shed over 40lbs this year so far. In that moment, I was genuinely very proud of him, and after dinner, he asked if I wanted to come back to his house for a Netflix movie and perhaps a drink. Because our conversation was so enjoyable, I concurred. We went to his luxurious apartment where we watched the newest IT movie and had a few drinks. He was so warm and fuzzy like a enormous teddy bear when I impulsively clutched him during one of the terrifying passages. I can still see him, and without even thinking, I gave him a kiss. We kept making out and ultimately we had sex and it was honestly the finest sex I think I’ve ever had. I relished every moment with him because he was so kind and gentle. The following morning, when I saw his morning wood, we had sex again and made arrangements to do this again. I woke up in his arms. I honestly genuinely adore this guy and fuck what society thinks about him weighing literally over twice as much as me. He’s incredibly sweet, thoughtful, wonderful to cuddle with, and probably the best lover I’ve ever had.

NSFW: yes

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