What did I have to lose? This was probably the closest I was going to get for another couple of years. "You could also keep using your mouth," she smiled. It was on the smallish medium side, but still towered over mine. She reached over to her bedside table and produced a dildo. Instead of leaving me hanging, why don't you help me out with this?" "Wait.what, really, how" she was tripping over words to describe her surprise and immediately corrected herself, "I mean, im sorry.I mean, its ok. "It was hard, it's just." why why why didn't I just let it stand and leave. Her early hesitation appeared to be because she thought I was a grower that just hadn't been able to get it up. "Hey.it's ok.I mean, I hear this happens to guys sometimes, we can always try again later" she said, sympathetically. I meekly tried a few more thrusts before rolling off and laying next to her in bed, quickly pulling my pants up. I knew she couldn't really feel me and the fact that she was so wet made my pinky sized dick feel like it was floating in space. It was immediately disappointing for both of us. I fiddled in my pocket for a condom and kept my mouth on her snatch while I opened it and slid it on my schlong. Even though her reaction had stung, i was still horny as fuck and wanted to fuck her. This served two goals: it brought her sexual energy back immediately and it gave me an excuse to shift my dick away from her hand long enough to think of my next steps. I tried to ignore it and moved down to eat her out. I could feel the disappointment as her body slightly got more tense. She grabbed on to it.reached around a bit as if second guessing.her hand froze for a second and then she started lamely stroking me. I was so caught up in everything that I didn't immediately notice her undoing my belt and gripping my cock. We continued like this for a while and I started fingering her while licking her tits. I think we both lost track of how many drinks we had and by the time we ended up at her place I was pretty wasted and couldn't keep my eyes or hands off of her firm C-cup breasts or tight ass while we made out on her bed. She always called me that instead of Ryan. "Hey Ry!" I heard her say as she walked up to the table. I arrived early and sat pretending to be engaged by my phone while sipping on a beer until she showed up. I figured that if I could pleasure her that way at first, my small dick wouldn't be an issue moving forward. At most, I could eat her out and make up an excuse to leave. I didn't think anything would happen, being the first date and all, but I already started planning on escape plans if things got hot and heavy. She had actually been the one to ask me out for drinks tonight.
We got on quite well and she had a nice girl next door sexy look. Her name was Amber and she was in a few of my classes. In any event, I had a date tonight! I was nervous, of course, but concealed it. I started looking up to Jeremy after hearing the moans of extacy coming from his room. As I was straight, I wasn't jealous of the guys, but also wasn't homophobic at all. He was openly bisexual and would bring guys and girls back to his room every now and then, but it was never a burden on me, with the exception of being jealous of the girls he was banging. We smoked up and watched movies together about once a week. We didn't share many classes or interests, but we got along pretty well. He was a huge stoner and played in a local band. I shared an apartment with my friend Jeremy. To hide my ass, I wore loose pants that elicited some comments every now and then (people calling me a poser etc) but otherwise went unnoticed. I focused mostly on my studies and computer programming. I was incredibly nervous that word would get around, but luckily it didn't.īy 19, that had been my only time having sex. I could tell that she was surprised by how small it was and noticing that made it hard for me to maintain an erection and the condom kept falling off. The first time I had sex was a colossal embarrassment. I've tried everything, pills, pumps, Jeq'ing, etc. I feel like it wouldn't matter as much and I would at least have some added confidence with the ladies. Look, I could probably deal with my ass issues if I had any confidence about what I was packing upfront. The only thing worse than my ass is my pitifully small cock, which taps out at three inches hard and isn't anything to brag about in the girth department. While the rest of my body is fairly normal and thin, I have been cursed with a stupid bubble butt that I've gone through extreme pains to hide for most of my life.