After Four Years of Masturbating to His Videos, I Finally Had Sex With My Biggest Crush

He has the thickest natural ass I've ever seen on a man.

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I developed a crush on Jay before sliding into his DMs on March 15, 2020. We finally met on May 2, 2024, over four years later—1,512 days, to be exact.

The entire time, I fantasized about what it would be like to be inside of him. I masturbated to his thirsty videos, imagining his ass smothering my face, and quickly, I’d erupt—my jack off session done before it really began. The thought of being with him always did it for me. He was and still is my biggest crush.

For the first year we virtually “knew” each other, I was a shameless reply guy responding to his thirst traps with “Damn, babe!” and “Holy shit, you are sexy.” Sometimes, he’d respond to some of my thirsty praise: “Thank you handsome.” Half the time, he left me on read. It was just the correct amount of intermittent reinforcement that kept me (sparingly) replying to sexy videos of him twerking in booty shorts.

On May 28, 2021, I responded to one of his ass-shaking videos, and for the first time, he sent me a different video, one he hadn’t posted. I took my shot.

“Sit on my face until I can’t breathe,” I responded.

“You know I would,” he replied before following up. “But I want you to breathe, lol.”

From then on, we messaged each other once every month or two for the next three years. Jay would send me a voice note about his day, mundane day-to-day work stuff. I’d send him one about mine—the articles I worked on that week. He’d send me a clip of him fingering his hole. I’d jerk off to it and tell him how much he made me cum—how I can’t wait to one day be inside him, breeding his thick ass as we looked into each other’s eyes.

You might be wondering who could turn the Boyslut into a reply guy. Who had the ability to keep my interest for four years? Who had me flying out to Dallas with mere hopes we’d fuck?

To answer these questions, you must first understand the various categories of behinds. There are butts, booties, asses, donks, and then ayuzzes. A handful of people in the world are blessed with natural ayuzz. The ayuzz is goliath, at least ten times the size of an average butt. It perpetually jiggles, and it makes it impossible to buy pants.

It also consumes a person’s entire life. When you have an ayuzz that enormous, everyone stares, everyone objectifies you, and everyone wants you. The amount of attention you receive rivals that of an A-list celebrity attempting to get coffee in sweatpants. Some people love the attention. That is why they get BBL after BBL. They want an ayuzz. Others, like Jay, are born with it, which puts them in a strange place. They didn’t ask for all this attention, yet they receive it.

In case you still don’t believe the power of his ayuzz, let me show you.  

Now you see why I pined for nearly half a decade. If there was even a one percent chance I could sleep with Jay, I had to take it. Outside of having the best ayuzz I had ever seen, I actually liked the guy. A little smile crept across my face whenever I received one of his little voice notes telling me about some drama at work.

When I told him I was going to be in Dallas for a couple of days and asked if he was free to hang out, he responded quickly with a voice note. “It’s long overdue,” he said.

We messaged back and forth, and when I made a sexual innuendo, Jay would ignore it. He’d respond to something else I said, so I wasn’t sure what type of “hanging” we’d be doing.

Just go with the flow, I told myself on the Uber over to his apartment, knowing damn well “going with the flow” isn’t a quality I possess.

When I knocked on the door, he shouted that it was open. The bathroom door was locked, and I heard him brushing his teeth.

“Can head to my bedroom,” he mumbled. I plopped on his bed. You’d think I’d have been patient; I’d been waiting four years to meet IRL. What’s another four minutes? But I was having a hot flash sitting in his apartment. Jay wasn’t a random man. He was my biggest crush.

When he entered his bedroom, wearing nothing but a durag around his hair and a towel across his waist, I nearly choked on my own saliva. I sprung up from his bed to give him a big, sloppy bear hug.

“Baby! It is so good to finally meet you.”

“I know. We’ve been talking online forever,” he said.

I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to run my hands underneath his towel and squeeze that glorious ayuzz I had masturbated to dozens of times before.

“I just—” I stuttered. “I’m at a loss for words… Can I kiss you?” I asked. I knew it was soon, but seeing him before me, I felt all sorts of things. He gave me a little peck.

“A real kiss?” I asked, begged.

He smiled and nodded. I caressed his face, running my thumb over his lips to part his mouth. Once open, I planted my lips on him, and our tongues swirled together. I went to grab his ass over his towel, and my cock stiffened in my jeans. His, too, engorged—the outline of his meaty dick visible through his towel.

“Baby,” I said. My kisses intensified. They were hungry. I needed to breathe him in. I needed all of him, to consume him. Just as we began losing ourselves in our kisses, he pulled away. “Okay, wait. We need to take out my dog first.”

I pulled him back towards me and gave him another kiss. “The dog can wait,” I said, pulling down his towel.

Jay was blessed in the front and the back. He only sent me pics of his ayuzz, so I had no idea what to expect. I dropped to my knees and started sucking, deepthroating his piece slowly, messily, while I made eye contact with him.

“Fuckkkk,” he said, starting to relax. “Yeah, the dog can wait,” he said, sitting on his bed. His booty meat overflowed from his hips, acting as a cushion, a flotation device. I quickly stripped down, and I saw him marvel at my hairy pecs and happy trail. When I tore off my undies, my dick flopped out. He quickly reached out to stroke it.

“I can’t wait to finally be inside of you,” I said, my cock still in his hand. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been dreaming about this moment.”

“Same,” he replied. “I’ve fantasized about you so much.” That was pleasant news to me.

I pushed him down so he was on his back. I sustained eye contact with him as I lifted his legs in the air. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under his ayuzz, tilting his hole upward and gently massaging it. Jay was tight-tight; I couldn’t even wiggle my pinky inside of him.

“I wanna taste you, baby,” I said.

“Yes, Daddy,” he said. I grabbed each one of his meaty cheeks in my hands and pulled them aside to feast. His hole was tender, a filet minion, rare, but not cold center. He was warm and responsive, puckering when I licked him and squeezing my tongue when I prodded it inside of him.

“I want you,” he said, turning around to his hands and knees. In all its glory, there was the thickest natural ayuzz I had ever seen on a man. It had its own gravitational pull with an impressive rebound. He’d do one little twerk, and his ass would keep shaking on its own indefinitely.

I smacked one cheek, and the boom awoke his puppy, who started barking. I then rubbed Vaseline all over my cock and applied some directly to his hole.

“Slowly,” he cautioned. “I know I seem like a hoe online, but I’m pretty picky about who I let inside me. I haven’t fucked since last year.”

“I feel honored,” I said.

“Well, of course, I’d want you to fuck me,” he said. I grabbed onto my dick and slid it in between his cheeks. Within seconds, his ayuzz had completely enveloped my cock, but I hadn’t yet reached his hole. He had that much booty insulation.

Luckily, this wasn’t my first time fucking someone with a juicy booty. I knew how to angle my hips to reach (and fuck) his hole.

I pushed inside, no more than an inch. He let out a wince, and I pulled out. “Sorry, I’m just really tight,” he said.

“No worries, I’ll take it slowly,” I replied, inserting a mere inch and removing myself. I did this about four times (all of thirty seconds) until I couldn’t hold my cum in any longer. The imagery of his ass, the feeling of his cheeks rubbing against my shaft, the overall excitement from being with my crush after so many years—it was too much arousal.

“Baby, you feel too good. I’m going to cum, but I promise I’ll fuck you again,” I said.

“Give me your cum, Daddy,” he said.

And so, with my dick only an inch inside his asshole, I convulsed. “Kiss me,” I shouted as I emptied my nuts inside of him. He turned his head to the side so I could kiss him as spurt after spurt shot out of me. “That’s my man,” I said as he took my last drop.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he said. When I pulled out, still hard, there was still some cum dribbling from my peehole. He sucked on my head, tasting his hole and the last of my load while looking me dead in the eyes.

I expected my dick to go soft in his mouth, but it didn’t. I just remained hard. He sucked for about two minutes.

“How are you still hard?” he asked, marveling.