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

Coffee, no milk

I was sitting in a very boring class and decided to check my iPhone on dates. One of the messages I had received caught my eye:

"Yes, tonight at 19'30 would be great. Where will we meet?"

...

I couldn't remember his nickname or pictures so I first thought he was confused:

"I think you got the wrong guy"
"No, you proposed 19'30 yourself"
"Uuuh... What ? When ? Who ? What for ?" I had no clue who this could be.
"Tonight. You and me in the city. Dinner. What else do you need to know?"

Of course that he had already convinced me with that last sentence.

I like men taking control.

I fixed a place and time with this unknown dude and I got back to listen to my very boring teacher.

When the moment arrived, I went to the bar we had agreed to meet at. Standing there was an almost two meters tall, a bit tense, blond and sportive guy. Sexy.

We went to have dinner and started talking. He wasn't the brightest really, but there was something about his two meters and his marathon troffees (for he was a relatively succesful marathon runner) that attracted me.

We finished eating and he wanted to go have a coffee. That's when I took my first step. I
thought that if he hadn't already left he liked me too.

"Well, my place is not far away and I have a very good espresso machine.” I said “Why don't we drink our coffee there?".

Everybody knows that after your 17th coffee doesn't mean just coffee.

He agreed and it was clear we had an understanding.

Once at my appartment, we had coffee. No milk for him would foreshadow how it all ended. I quickly brought the wine. On a certain moment 2 meters of 27 year old man asked me if it could come lie on my knees. As I said yes we started getting more and more frisky.

When I smiled and said "You know, you don't have to go home tonight" he got nervous. He started looking at the floor and started talking blurry.

He apparently felt threatened by someone 7 years younger (and definitely smaller).

"Yes well, I wouldn't expect this from you... yeah... it's also not like I didn't think this could happen... but I was just not sure if... well you know... but I also thought you could be like this... yeah... no... yeah..."

... (again)

I didn't understand anything out of it and told him to relax and just do whatever he wanted. It was not like I wanted him to stay very badly. I didn't get any clear definite answer but since he stayed I assumed it was OK. Besides, coming to my appartment, staying till nightfall and our increasing friskyness (is that a word?) were a clear message.

Finally bedtime. When I came back from the toilet he was already lying on my bed in underwear. I talked a bit to him but he would just keep on staring to my very uninteresting white ceiling, very tense, and sometimes mutter an answer. Awkward.

Anyways, I thought he was nervous and started kissing him and slowly got on him. I was getting more and more excited, and then:

Suddenly he pushes me away. "Wait!” He says “We're going too fast!. I like you a lot as a person, and that's why we shouldn't have sex!".

I got off him and asked exactly what was on my mind,

"Well then, why did you stay over?" I was honestly confused.
"Did you invite me only for the sex? I am very disappointed in you." He said dramatically.

... (once more )

"Of course it was just for the sex. I thought we stopped having pyjama parties when we finished high school!"

The end of day balance was no sleep, no sex, hornier than before. The next morning I made breakfast and after thanking me for it he left. Of course I haven't heard of him ever since.

Apparently, there is people out there who still think coffee means “just coffee” and sleeping over means “we're having so much fun!”. Maybe I have to learn to use less double meanings in conversation, but how would I flirt then ? “Hey, you want to stay over and have sex all night?”. Maybe.

(There is an update is to this story)

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