On a very hot summer day, I was exercising outside, getting overheated yet not ready to be done with my routine and decided to go inside to my bedroom to finish up on my arms. While doing so, my renter, Tyga, came in to watch me. I like being big and the looks I get from the smaller guys as they look up at me, craving me, and Tyga is one of them. He has been a pleasure to have in my home, both as a guest and in my bed. He is losing some of his original shyness and is able to face his insecurities and go for what he needs and wants. He said, “You’re huge. Somehow you seem bigger.” So I asked him, “Isn’t that the point? Do you want to feel?” I flexed my arm, making my muscles bulge and he reached up, rubbing my arms and moved in closer, then I heard him sniffing, smelling me, watching his little nose flaring a bit. I was still very sweaty and that seemed to excite him even more because, as he touched and rubbed my arms, he also moved in and began lightly kissing them numerous times. He continued to smell me until I pulled him into an embrace. I took off my shirt, and he put both hands on my stinky, sweaty chest and kissed it some more. It was such a sight to see, looking down at the small handsome former British schoolboy touching and kissing me with such care and reverence. I removed his shirt, grabbed him by his butt and lifted him up, putting him on the bed. And that little rascal got on all fours with his determined eyes, laser-focused on my bulge, his target and goal. When I lowered my shorts, Tyga started kissing my dick, licking and sucking, making the slightest little moans, his eyes rolling back in his head. That made my lust go from zero to sixty instantly. I flipped him around and instinctively, he put his head down on the bed and his ass lifted high. I moved in, rimming him and told him I couldn’t wait to get in there. He confirmed his readiness as well. Lining up my cock, I pushed into his tiny hole, almost all the way and by the fourth stroke, I was in balls deep. Tyga said, “That feels so good” and made the most erotic, interesting moans, slightly trembling. I was long-dicking him, using more thrust with each stroke, and yet he wanted more. I looked down at his beauty, so small with his flawless bone china white skin against his gorgeous black hair. I was thinking I am a damned lucky guy to have someone like him attracted to me. I think he feels the same way. Switching it up, I flipped Tyga on his back with his little feet perched on my hips and his knees on his chest, picking up where I left off. Pushing in quickly, pumping fast, looking into his eyes, listening. His loud moans were an aphrodisiac for me, especially when he groaned, saying “Oh God, that feels so good.” The more we fucked, the more he goaded me on. That’s when I realized I was pounding him in full beast mode, harder than most young men twice his size could take. I realized that he was jerking his own cock, trembling more in ecstasy, and I could tell we were both on our ascent to a titanic mutual climax. Tyga said he was going to cum. And cum he did, LOUDLY. During the throes of his orgasm, shooting his own load onto his stomach, his body became rigid, briefly locked, experiencing the ultimate of gay male sexual pleasure. He went silent and I realized his mouth was open, finally taking a breath, still trembling. Continuing to piston in and out of him hard, I hit the peak of my pleasure and shot ropes of cum inside him, still thrusting deep until my orgasm subsided. In a funny realization, we had fucked our way across the king-size bed until his head was hanging off the other side of the bed. I gently pulled his arms up to me, moving us up to the pillows, onto our side, where Tyga became my little spoon, and in my protective mode during our afterglow, I draped my arm and leg over him, pulling him tight. He turned his head back, giving me the sweetest kiss and a smile. Tyga has really wrapped me around his little finger, and I look forward to more times like these.