You all know I was hopeful. MORE than hopeful. Alas, it was not meant to be.
My would-be FuckBud is just that - would-be. We attempted. We got together, but it just didn't click. I should clarify - it did not click for me.
The guy called and I met him for "lunch". Or a matinee.....whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days. We went to his place during the noontime hour for a tryst. FAIL is kind of a strong word for it, but I can't imagine going back for seconds.
He wanted to kiss, which I can be ok with - but he was a bad kisser. I'm a good one, if I say so myself. It didn't help that I think I detected three-day old beef & broccoli on his breath. Left over Chinese food-breath is not a turn-on. No, it is not.
For his being 'selfish' (again, his word), it never, but should have, occurred to me that he might not be a top selfish, but a bottom selfish. But I was blinded by lust and hope and had these ideals of how I wanted to get laid. How I needed to get laid.
The guy, for being newly out, is all (or mostly) bottom. UGH. I mean, it's a great scenario, if I'm the bottom, but you know me and being the top. I can do it, but it's not me - nor will it ever be.
And for his cock that I thought would be huge since it was stiffening nicely, but not all the way up in the shower? Turns out that was it. No 8-9". A nice 7", but I can't say "STIFF". Apparently that is what a prostate biopsy gets you - a semi that can't really get off anymore.
Oh, it's also almost TMI. But I guess it's nice to know that it wasn't me. The perils of being attracted to a man in his mid-50s. But one day I'll be there, but not yet. Not yet.
Oh - and he isn't into reciprocation, so what little I sucked him, he couldn't even feign a moan.
His sucking was subpar too. I think I provided a mercy feeding. I like the guy, but now I don't LIKE him. He used more hand than mouth - and hell, I can wet jack myself off. I assumed he wouldn't take my load either and he did........kind of.
I shot a big load in his mouth and probably overdid it on the vocal theatrics. It probably sounded like I liked it too much. It probably gave him false hope. Oh - and he only held my load in his mouth and then and went and spit it out. He said there was too much to swallow all of it. So because of that he swallowed none of it? It makes no sense.
Then afterwards, he wanted to process the entire thing. Man, did I call this one wrong.
Do I have to go to the gym at different times now?