In the gay world, size matters. The bigger, apparently, the better.
Which I totally disagree with.
The worst sexual encounters of my life have all been with big guys. Not big. Like big big. (Though what’s “big” for me might be “average” for you, and what’s “enormous” for me might be “big” for you).
Some big guys are so proud of their tool that they think that’s all they have to offer in bed. They just pull their pants down, lay there and wait for you to service them. To play with it, suck it, ride that thing. They think it’s every gay guy’s dream to have an extremely huge dick in their mouth. Like all my life I’ve been waiting for this moment! For that big huge dick of yours. Well, fuck no, that doesn’t work for me. That’s all you have to bring to the table? A big dong?
I can go on and on about the big guys I’ve been with. Bad. So fucking bad.
I unzipped this guy once and dude… it wasn’t a dick. It was a fucking tree branch. My dick was a fig compared to his. It wouldn’t move. It was so thick that it took two hands to operate it and a mouth opened wider than during a trip to the dentist to suck it. Torture. Like if you fuck that dick, it’ll tickle your throat. I knew it when I saw it that he would be bad. And he was. He couldn’t suck me worth a damn. I’ve had mosquitoes sucking on me better than that.
The last straw? I was on top of him and he pushed my dick away when I told him I was about to cum. That was it. I put my pants on and gave him a piece of my mind.
Smaller guys try harder. It’s true.
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