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So, I'm naked (of course, right?) and sitting on the edge of the bed in some complete strangers apartment. The stranger in question is "Paul" which is the fake name he gave me because I think he's married.
Paul is in the bathroom, trying to muster his courage and convince himself that this is the right choice. I can't hear exactly what he's saying but he's definitely talking to himself and I'm getting cold. I would have left an hour ago when he started showing me his artwork (he draws Gumby and Pokey, mostly) but Paul is wearing a threadbare undershirt and basketball shorts, he has that long torso (6'3" and 145 lbs) with abs, and tattoos on his arms. I really wanna see his cock. So, I wait.
I thought it was going well a few minutes ago when I kissed him. When he pulled my shirt and pants off and we laid down on the bed. I felt his pencil-thin mustache on my chest as he started sloppily licking my nipples right after he discarded his LA Kings cap. When I started to pull on his shirt he pulled away a little, breathing intensely.
I asked if he was ok. He nodded but it was clear that he was having second thoughts. A few awkward moments pass and I can feel his indecisiveness.
Finally he asked if he could see my penis, but really awkwardly. I told him yes and pulled off my underwear. He studied my dripping erection for a moment before saying, "it's smaller than mine."
OK. Cool.
He tells me that he needs a moment and then retreats to the bathroom, leaving me alone in his bedroom. I couldn't tell you how much time passed but I enough to make me soft and a little annoyed. I finally stand up and start getting dressed and then I knocked on the bathroom door to let Paul know I'm leaving and he opens it part way and sees that I'm fully dressed.
Paul: "Are you leaving?" Me: "Yea. Kinda seems like you aren't interested."
He opened the door more and I see into his bathroom and in his sink are a whole bunch of different things. A drumstick, a toy car, some marbles, a plastic Dad's root beer bottle, and theyre all glistening because... theyre all partially covered in lube.
So, it turns out that Paul, more than anything, wants to start putting these things into me. He was in the bathroom getting them all ready and thought I would wait cause he thought I was horny and very slutty. That's not exactly what he said, it was something more like, "C'mon, be cool about this and let me."
I didn't want to shame him for whatever this was, but I asked him if he could just use his dick condom and fuck me and he explained that if he got hard from penetrating me with the objects, then he would go in but only raw, no condom.
This is what I now call, "The second negotiation," because the first one was on the app. I established I was the bottom, that I wanted a top who used condoms, & he sent me a photo of his dick, accepted that condom condition, and invited me over BUT now in this moment he's holding a lubed toy car and explaining that he will only get hard if it goes in my hole.
I think I did the reasonable thing, I asked him to show me his cock and he pulled down his shorts with more enthusiasm that he had shown earlier. You're probably expecting a really elaborate explanation about the head, shaft, balls, horse, hung, footlong, etc. but after looking at it for a moment, I started to pull my pants down. His cock twitched.
Me: "Ok, we'll try it a little...but..."
And then he was upon me.
Edit: Yeah. This happened. Thanks for the messages. Except the last part. Haha. I was like "nah" to his actual toys so he tried to stuff his softie in me for ten minutes and then i left. Nice guy.
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