It was thick too.
In theory, it was everything you'd want in a cock. But theories are just unproven hypotheses. They are good, but never conclusive at to what it will be or actually is.
It is my fault for not asking for a picture of him. Or a better picture of him. Something with mirrored sunglasses makes me throw logic right out the window. They are bad boy shades. They leave room for hotness and disconnect. They hide a plethora of sins.
No such glasses were on when he opened the door. I could see his face for what it was - and while i'm not here to bash his looks, let's just say, I considered asking him to put the glasses on. But that would be rude.
I also never asked about the size of his dick. No - that's a lie. He just never answered, so I wasn't expecting much. I wasn't expecting that! ^^^^^^^^^^ up there.
He peeled down his gym shorts and "it" sprung out. I never had to look up his face again. : )
...except that I did. He kept putting it in mine. And he was a horrible kisser.
It was hard not to notice the lube or condoms on his bedside table. It was hard to notice that one of his lubes was vaseline, which while slick, doesn't really mesh with rubber(s). But more on that soon.
He sat on my chest, feeding me his cock. Or trying to. It's a difficult angle at best and that is with a cock that doesn't arch up. But I'm a consummate pro, and I did a good job. Not a great one.
I will say he wanted to sit on my cock too, but deep down, I wasn't feeling it. Neither was Bikeguy Jr., who wasn't fully rising to the occasion. I know I've fucked a few times this year, but I have to want it - I wasn't there at this time, or with this guy. It wasn't going to happen. But I had to be delicate about that, because I still wanted his cock. I didn't want to offend and be tossed out.
He offered me lube and tossed me vaseline. I hadn't used that for decades and it oddly felt familiar and good. There really is nothing like it.
He put on a condom and pretty sure he lubed up with the same stuff. I was going to say something, but honestly, I wanted to see how fast (or if) the rubber would deteriorate. But we never got that far.
Maybe there was too much pressure. Maybe he wasn't into me either. Maybe he didn't have enough blood in his body to fill up that hardening cock. He was more erect than I, but not enough to do the deed.
It was then I just went to my knees. The rubber was off by this point and I sucked like my life depended on it. His cock responded. He liked it. My lips were coated lightly, but completely. Add to that my spit as I went up and down on the shaft.
It was all going so well when he pulled away at the last second, some cum landed in my mouth, some on my lips / face, one went to the floor my legs. I got back on it and took it all. I'm not sure why he pulled away, but I was not to be thwarted in my goal of his load.
As I walked out of his apartment, my lips were now tasting of petroleum jelly, spit and cum.
By the time I got to my car, he had blocked his profile from me.
....and I totally get that.