I live in a big apartment block in NYC. There was a profile of a really hot 6ft3 jock, with an awesome toned athletic body only a dozen or so feet away. Turns out he lives in my building. As we started chatting, he explained he was straight, and was just looking to get head. I said I didn’t have much time, as I needed to leave in 20 mins to get somewhere. But I didn’t want to lose out of some straight dick, so I told him to come round.

I didn’t see a face pic before he came round (the body swung it for me). He showed up a few minutes later in running gear, and was very handsome in a classic unoriginal American way. Think Patrick Bateman in American Psycho. “You’re so handsome,” I said, “it’s amazing I’ve never seen you round the building.”

He was extremely nervous, like shaking-with-adrenaline-nervous, so I began to feel he was genuinely straight and very new to this. I massaged his shoulders and back as I directed him to my bedroom, and I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down to reveal a small perhaps 3-inch cock. It was so in contrast to his big strong body, that I almost commented on it, but bit my tongue at the last moment.

It was rock hard and already leaking, which I licked off with my tongue. With one hand massaging his balls, I engulfed his dick and was getting into my stride, then after only around four back-and-forth bobs of my head he exploded a big load into my mouth. I swallowed.

“Wow someone was excited!” I said.

 I had to go and he clearly had post-nut clarity, so we both hustled out of there pretty quickly.

Shortly after, I looked on Grindr and he had blocked me. And having commented I had never really seen him before, from that day on I ran into him pretty much every time I lefy my apartment—to the point where I was beginning to feel sorry for the guy. 

He would studiously ignore me, and even when we happened to be in the elevator together, he would totally ghost and blank me. It was annoying but in the grand scheme of things no big deal.

I’d been away for Christmas and totally forgotten he existed tbh, but I was back in the building last night, and happened to get into the elevator on my floor. He was on there, and because he seemed familiar, I greeted him warmly. “Oh hey, happy new year,” I’d said before I’d fully clocked we were not on speaking terms really. But because another neighbor was in the elevator, out of politeness or to not seem weird, he responded (rather awkwardly) in kind. 

As we emerged out of the elevator into the lobby we were in a rather stilted conversation (the third person was going to the basement, so we were alone). “Listen it’s silly that we don’t usually speak,” I said. He looked at me blankly, perhaps coldly. 

For some reason—I don’t know why (madness?)—I heard myself saying, “It’s a new year. If we ever get chance again, I’d love to play with that little dick of yours again.” I smiled at him and kept his eye contact. I took a gamble that maybe he was into small penis humiliation.

But it turns out he wasn’t!

He went bright red, like I could literally see the blush expand across his face. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or embarrassed or both.

“Dude! Don’t fucking talk to me.”

But some mania drove me on. “Hey listen, I’m being serious, I’d love to play with you again, it’s super cute.”

“I’m fucking warning you. Don’t fucking speak to me.” And he looked genuinely like he might punch me, the only time in my adult life I can recall feeling like I might just get hit. 

I made the universal hands-up gesture, like I accept defeat, and he stalked off and I loitered behind. So I have now made all future interactions even more awkward. 

I had always thought I was a size queen, and loved big cock, which I do. But there is definitely something fun about a little dick too, such a cute little joystick to toy with, especially on a big strong body. 

I did feel bad for saying it was small. Or maybe part of me did. But maybe I was more upset by him blocking me than I thought, so I am perhaps kinda glad I said it too.