Look, so much concern about why I didn't get laid by the new..
Added 2023-12-11 00:28:57 +0000 UTCLook, so much concern about why I didn't get laid by the new guy. He was absolutely fine, dick and all. And no, the size of his cock had nothing to do with why I didn't fuck him. So many people are worried about that. His dick would have done a fantastic job inside of me, and I'm sure I would have cum. But I didn't want that last night. I have no idea why that is so hard to believe. It doesn't matter. I promise you he went home with a smile on his face and a story to tell. I went out last night with the thought of giving a guy a handjob. Why? Because I like to give guys handjobs. When I say I like to jerk a guy off, I mean it. I do it because it makes me happy. I don't care how the guy feels about it. I could care less about how good it makes him feel because I'm not doing it for him. As selfish as it sounds, it's all about my needs. All he is required to do is sit there and let me do things to his dick until it spits jizz. To date, I have yet to receive a complaint from anyone that I didn't consider their feelings when I jerked their dick for them. Same thing with blowjobs. I just like sucking cock. Some of you, well, most of you, like eating pussy. I believe you when you tell me that. No questions asked. As hard as it is to believe for some folks, sometimes, I get a craving to eat a dick. Sperm and all. And that's all I want to do. Why? Because I want to masturbate after I'm done. I don't want to fuck or anything else. I want to suck the sperm out of some guy's testicles, send him on his way and then rub one out. Why, you ask again? Because I cum so hard when I do, it's almost life-altering. It's a different kind of orgasm, but it's phenomenal. I made the mistake of letting him watch me last night, and that killed it for me. I mean, I came, but it was disappointing. He just kept talking so much I couldn't get in the zone. It was a shame because I really liked the way the head of his cock pumped jizz into the back of my throat. It was warm, almost hot, and I could feel it slide slowly down, so it must have been thick and sticky. I like that feeling when sperm gets sticky and caught up in my throat. If he would have just been like Scott and watched without saying a word, I bet I would have cum so hard I would almost be shaking hands with the grim reaper himself. Such is life. What do I do now? I answer the texts from the guy last night and do a repeat, except this time, send him home, no if and or buts about it. Won't happen today, but soon. I still probably won't fuck him. At least until I successfully get what I want from his dick. Then I'll probably fuck him.
