I let the 'being a cocksucker' always get the better of me. I have great instincts - I just chose to ignore than way more than I ever should.
He was visiting - less than a mile away. He hounded me a bit. I gave in......a bit.
When someone asks me 'what are you into / looking for' I try to be direct. I mean, sometimes I'll play the flirt game if you are intrigued by them, but if you're on the fence, I just say it as it is. I figure, it might tip things in their favor if they're ok with what I'm looking for.
On the other hand, it could weed out the guys who aren't looking for the same.
What I keep tripping over are the liars. The guys who try to get in the door under one premise and think they'll change my mind after they're in.
So, physically, he looked like his picture. He had a Pillsbury Doughboy thing going on. Whiter than white, and no doubt more than one person poked him in the belly to some annoying laugh. On a grown man, I've never really seen a chest that undefined. It just kind of morphed with the rest of this trunk.
I knew from feeling him up (well....down), that he wasn't the 7" he claims. I just don't get it people. Have you never measured? Do you not know how to use a tape measure? Are you just habitual liars?
He was 5"..........on a GOOD day. And this was not a good day.
And while I did start off sucking his cock - which was my intent, all he wanted me to do was fuck him. He went on and on about how thick my cock was, which I don't know how he could truly tell, considering I was barely semi-erect.
I can't tell you how many times I told him that wasn't going to happen. He'd allegedly accept it and then start back in.
As for the title of this post along with the not having 7" - you might even wonder how he got me to gag.
It wasn't his powerful pelvic thrusts. It certainly wasn't his massive member. It wasn't even play acting.
Kneeling three feet below his head, with every fucking exhale his breath made me choke back vomit.
I'm guessing this guy hasn't invested the $1.89 for a spool of floss in.........well..........ever. I'm not sure he's a regular user of a toothbrush - though his teeth didn't look bad. But Listerine most likely isn't in his cabinet, nor is a standing every six month dental check-up.
The, not-so-simple chronic halitosis was just to much to stand. Yet I did. Because I'm a "professional".
Seriously, this guy needed a deep root gum cleaning - two visits to the dentist for that would clear him up - and there is no way he can't smell it, unless he has no sense of smell.
And clearly, I am as guilty as every family member, friend and co-worker for not telling him. I just took his load on my tongue......
...swallowed and escorted him out.
And in reality, it would have been so much better for me had I turned him around, bend him over and fucked his ass.
At least that way he couldn't breathe on me.