BOY have I got a doozy for you lovely people!
Yes folks. That's right. I said shit and I'm not talking about the metaphorical kind.
I only tell this story because I know it'll make some of you laugh, and will be helpful for some of you.
It had never happened to me before. Not in all my years of having sex. (I'm only 25)
According to friends I have joined some sort of club. A club I never wanted to be part of.
It was November 11, 2009.
He was 19. Latino. Seriously cute.
His message to me:
"im in __________. please fuck me, i havnt had cock in a long time"
I didn't see any problem with doing that.
Even though we both seemed excited to get together it took a number of tries before it happened. On the day we met it was raining and he was taking the bus over to my place. It seemed to take forever for him to arrive but I wasn't going anywhere. I was ready to play.
I met him at the bus stop and we walked the long walk back to my place. We talked about his class. The one was skipping to be with me. English. We also discussed his sexual experience. He didn't have much and what little he had experienced wasn't all that great. He told me he liked having sex with girls but they were a lot of trouble. That and he seriously liked having a dick in his ass.
His hoodie was wet from the rain so I put it in the dryer while he sat on the sofa. I offered him a drink. They always decline the drink. Maybe they think I'm going to put something in it? Thoughts?
I sat on the sofa, stood him up in front on me, unzipped his pants while he removed his shirt. I was surprised by the size of the dick on such a small guy. If you've been reading you already know that I'm not all that interested in dicks. I'm an ass guy but I can certainly appreciate a beautiful one.
Oh OH! I forgot I have a picture...
Here goes:
That's him. I enjoyed sucking his dick. Maybe a little too much if that's possible. I almost forgot what he wanted. "Rape my ass". His words.
Into the room and onto the bed we went..."FUCK ME HARD".
His beautiful ass was waiting for me and I honestly didn't want to stop staring at it. You know what I mean? When the ass is just so glorious you want to take a picture and frame it?
There I was on top of him. Fucking his brains out. He was moaning and grabbing at the pillows. The deeper I went the better it felt...the more he told me how much he loved it.
Believe me, I was having a great time and was glad that he too was enjoying himself. It was one of those days...Did I say that this was 11am? No, I don't think I did. Anyway...
It was one of those days when you just KNOW it's going to be a good LONG fuck. I was so into it, and I was prepared to make this memorable. For both of us. That definitely happened but not for the reasons I'd like it to have happened.
Thrust. Grind. Thrust. GRIND. THRUST.
GRIND. WETNESS.
Hmm...Yes...something happened. I didn't understand what was going on at first so I kept on doing what I was doing, but something wasn't right. Something smelled weird and it wasn't the trash can or dirty laundry.
I remember thinking that I was going to get some more lube but when this something happened it all of a sudden seemed unnecessary. I pulled out using my hand.
When I let go of my dick HE excused himself to the bathroom and I took notice of my hand. The room was dark but lit somewhat by the small amount of light piercing through the blinds. My hand. It seemed to be covered with something viscous. Something dark in color and the closer my hand was to my face the smellier things got.
BAM!
It hit me.
THIS IS SHIT!
THE BOY LET LOOSE ON MY DICK!
I had to think quickly because he was in the bathroom and I knew then that he knew what happened. I knew he was incredibly embarrassed. Hell, I was embarrassed for him! I cleaned myself up while he was in the bathroom and when I was done so was he. Our eyes me and I smiled. I asked him if he wanted to take a shower.
Needless to say we were DONE having sex.
When he was ready to leave I continued being the southern boy I am. Smile on my face, feeling really awful about it. I knew I was being rough. I hoped that I didn't do too much. Some first impression, huh?
I got his hoodie out of the dryer and helped him get it on. I asked if he wanted to me walk him to the bus stop but he assured me he could make it back alone. "It isn't hard. I'll make it back fine."
"Hey, call me if you get lost. I hope I can see you again sometime." Never thinking that was going to happen. Would I come back? Probably not. I'd run like hell.
My final thoughts about the situation:
Boys. Gentlemen. PLEASE understand that you must not only be showered and cleaned OFF when you plan on engaging in anal sex but you also much clean yourself OUT down there. Perhaps a high fiber diet would help? Lots of water never hurt either but there are devices and things available in drugs stores to perform at home enemas should you need one.
Don't be embarrassed by using them because it's a SHIT TON less embarrassing than the alternative. Lastly, don't eat a giant meal a few hours before your wild sex! Thanks.
The day wasn't a total wash! Wash. I crack myself up. :o)
Later on that night at 10:54pm a cute Indian guy came to pick me up. We went back to his place and fooled around for a few hours. But of course I'll save that for another time!
Has this ever happened to you? Call me and tell me about it.
If you'd like to read a bit more about why I'm doing this check out my first post: "Relationships Aren't Forever"
I want to take a quick second to thank all of you who have reached out to me and expressed their interested in the blog and this journey of mine. Feel free to message me or use that CALL button at the top of the page to give me a call for FREE. It's private and doesn't cost a thing thanks to Google. I don't sleep a whole bunch so if you feel like chatting or have questions just let me know!
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