I've had two best fucks that I'll remember for as long as I live.
One was with a FWB, an older gay guy I'd visit occasionally for sex. He had a larger cock - not huge, just nice - and the length enabled him to penetrate me deeply in prone-bone position: me lying face down, legs together, him lying on top, straddling my legs with his. He got me to lie on a towel covered pillow with my hips raised. I found out why he covered it with a towel - he worked his length and angle perfectly to stimulate my prostate until I was oozing. His body contact with my back, cuddling me from behind, feeling his breath on my next and his shaft deep inside me, were simply beautiful.
The other was a hookup with a married guy who identified as straight. I was on my back on the edge of the bed, he was standing and pounding me. There's something wild about how straight guys fuck, like they're transformed, driven by primal lust, and I'm just a hole to be used. He was pounding like he wanted it to hurt. It didn't, and I love it like that. I was pulling my legs right back and apart, and then as he built up to his orgasm, he lifted me and got a wild, crazy, animalistic glare in his face like he was possessed. The extra hardness and he pumped and released, angled up into my prostate, sent shivers through me and made my cock hard and leaking.
When he was done, he came to his senses like straight guys do. He told me not to get any lube on his wife's bed cover... lol... I knelt, took care of the condom for him, packed up the rubbish, got dressed, thanked him for his hospitality, and left. Covid happened soon after and I never got a repeat performance.