Body-awareness

My neighbour had invited me to celebrate her birthday dinner together with two other friends of hers. I arrived and was introduced to them, one male and one female dancers of a known Ballet Company from abroad.

He was a typical Spanish man, with dark hair and dark eyes. He was a half-soloist in his company so I assumed his body would really be something to see (in the end it was).

Besides, a dancer's body awareness is very promising in bed.

Apparently, my neighbour told me later, I switched to flirt-mode from the moment I crossed the door on. I was not aware of it, but I must admit it could be true.

So we started eating, talking and laughing. They were very pleasant company and the food was incredible.

On a certain moment he left for the toilet. As he left the room, my neighbour and her friend smiled at me and bent over the table:

“You like him”
“Well, he IS very sexy”
“He sure is. He just has one small problem...” My neighbour said and giggled.

I wonder if her word choice was fully intentional, or unconscious.

“Explain yourself”

Before I was able to try to push her to say a bit more, the guy came back. I hate to fall in silence when somebody you were talking about arrives. I had to find something to talk about, and somehow the first thing that came to my mind was chestnuts. I know, why chestnuts?.

Anyways, when the dinner was almost finished, I kindly offered him to go out with me and get to know the gay-scene in the city. He, of course, acceeded.

I took him to my favourite bar and after talking there for a while we started kissing. He definitely was passionate. It kinda got my by surprise. We had just started kissing when he started rubbing his package against my legs. I even felt a bit embarrassed.

Getting rubbed by a dick in a bar seems very unmannerly.

As you can imagine, I quite soon proposed to go home. Of course I wanted to sleep with him, but at the moment getting us out of there was my strongest motive.

“Do you want to sleep at my place tonight? It's only 5 meters away from where you were supposed to sleep” I said when we arrived at my door.
“I feel kind of bad for not sleeping at my friend's place...” He said. “But I guess I can just come back in the early morning”

I smiled and let him in. I turned on the lights and he immediately started kissing me. Suddenly, he felt in the need to warn me for possible failure.

“You know, I'm very tired and drunk so maybe it doesn't go very well...”

I hate this kind of behaviour. If your body really can't take it then don't do it and if you decide to do it anyway you should face the consequences of pushing it too far. He was actually saying “I think that it could go wrong and you could end up all horny. I'm gonna do it anyway but I don't want to feel bad about it”.

Well, he was already at my house and I was not to see him again after that one night so I played along as he expected:

“Oh please don't worry, it will be fine. We can also just sleep for now”

And that's what we did.

Of course next morning we had wake up sex. Surreal wake up sex.

It started very normal. We started kissing, rubbing, licking... On a certain moment I grasped where I expected his dick to be. I could only feel his very strong abs.

“Maybe it's one of those that are curved down” I said to myself as I lowered my hand some more centimeters. There it was: short, thin and curved.

Well... I must admit I was disappointed. In my opinion size does matter. Specially for those who go through life as a top. I don't demand a huge penis, as long as I can still feel it. My butt muscles are quite developed so every potential bed partner has a handicap to reach the goal.

Anyways, I did my bestest to not let it show. Once again, I was never to see him again after this night and it's always a good idea to get the best out of the circumstances.

I wasn't totally recovered from my discovery yet when:

“I'm gonna split you in two boy”

... (Somehow I react like this very often while having sex?)

With a lot of willpower I managed not to laugh and get the perplex look off my face.

Did this man lack that much self-awareness (dick-awareness) ?. Not laughing was already exhausting enough so I stayed silent. My selfcontrol would be put to the test once again:

“That's right. I'm gonna bury my pillar in you deeper than anyone did before.”

You know, when I said small I was talking about 10 thin centimeters (4 inch). I feel the need to specify this once again to everybody who reads it. Maybe that way we compensate the dancer's lack of littleness-awareness.

Somehow, with a lot of trouble, we came to an end. Of course I hadn't felt so much, and we kept on having the known small-dick problem of having it slipping out once and again. You see: 10 cm dick – 5 cm handicap – 1 cm that never really gets inside leaves about 4 cm to play with.

And he still thinks he can say that he's gonna "split me in two".


MisterMe