After a few drinks our casual conversation took a sharp turn. I promised myself I would never go back down that road, but he had quite a way with words…. that is if you consider “I’ll make sure you cum,” a way with words. He officially caught my attention. With every Pickleback shot I took I sent an increasingly suggestive text. I went to bed giddy but woke up full of regret. What my drunk brain perceived as charming in the light of day was clearly cocky. “You love my penis,” – neither endearing nor true. Thanks to me his head grew 3 sizes that day. I had no choice but to delete all the drunk sexts and pretend they never happened.
We weren’t dating, but I always liked him. He was an above average hot guy, although most people didn’t agree. We only hooked up once at a party. After several beers he asked me if he could kiss me, I said yes.. And then we went into a shed.
He cleared a space, we undressed each other… he was huge. I went down on him but something wasn’t right, I had no idea what was wrong until he said – ” Oh my GOD! I’m never letting a GIRL suck my dick again!”. And he hasn’t.