Monday, January 13, 2014

Blowing a Pint

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Married? There was no way, he was a child! A child with one of the largest pieces I've ever seen and an aggression that I thankfully wasn't fully privy to, but a child.

Those were the thoughts rushing through my mind as I hopped down the four stories of his walk-up.  It had taken four hours - which was decidedly a long time for me - but it happened.  To be quite honest, I'm not sure why I continued to message him for all that time.  Maybe it was his boldness: Sometimes I like dom'ing and getting rough; Wanna come blow me and eat me?; I want you to swallow me. Or maybe it was a game: he seemed put off at first by the fact that I wouldn't trade face pictures but pushed through the conversation anyway.

No matter what it was, a full four hours after he chatted me with my then recently updated "Not vers but have something for bottoms and the right tops" description I found myself staring down into the face of what looked like a prepubescent boy. And it took mere seconds for me to decide that somewhere along the line I'd made a mistake that I had to rectify.

Hey buddy, you're not what I expected. I don't know if this is going to work out.

It caught in my throat as he rubbed against his low-calf grazing gym shorts and what I thought was a heavy wrinkle was revealed for what it actually was... I couldn't leave.

Another rub; jump. Take off your shirt. I'm normally pretty skittish about losing my own wardrobe but even with my necklace, hair and glasses, the shirt was gone in seconds and I found myself sinking: to my knees, down his shaft, with my hands lightly on his waist until I heard an unexpected sigh from the smallest person possibly carrying the largest penis I'd ever seen in my life.

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He was surprisingly open.  Those small, slightly yellow cupcakes of his were meaty and perky, and spread as he bent at the waist in his hallway - did I forget to mention we'd never left there - and I dove in to find a surprisingly open hole for the "TOTAL TOP" persona that the pint-sized boy's profile claimed.

And though open holes, moaners and lithe bodies eager to be rimmed so much that they push back onto me, only beckon for a condom shielded load, I kept my composure and only rimmed him.  And only minutes later he rewarded me with a load of his own.

A glass of water and small chat later, I saw the ring. Nevermind though, hopefully I'll be back for a closer look.