Sexcapade Files #38: The Five-Inched Schizo

A few days after messing around with Jeremy, I was talking on the phone with this guy I was casually dating named Troy. He was a decent guy, pretty talkative and conversational, that we had seen each other a few times, but had never ventured into the realm of “sex”. It seemed as if that main topic was on our minds that evening, when while drunk, he drove over 30 miles to get laid!

As he had mentioned to me before, he forewarned me that he was “rather small, about 5 inches”. I was a bit curious to see how small it really was, since guys either try to overcompensate and boast that they were at least 7-8 inches, or if they were actually the size that they tell women. I had it on my mind while I led him into the house, and we kiss (he was a decent kisser, not too bad, not too horrible), and so I take down his pants just so I can see for myself.

And there it was – a 5-inched white cock nestled in a bed of wiry reddish-brown hair (such a bad thing that he doesn't shave!!), but it was thick, at least. I took his semi-hard, circumcised cock in my hands and slipped it in my mouth.

It honestly didn't take much to deep throat him without any effort. The tip of his head barely hit the back of my throat at all since I didn't gag or choke on it. The only thing that I was thankful for was that although he was within the small realm, it definitely made up for the fact that he was thick – not insanely thick, but he was thick enough.

I started sucking on his balls while my hand made a fist around his short shaft, jerking in hard jerks, until his teeny-weeny stood up in attention. He helped me up and got me undressed, laid me down on the bed, and his head went straight to my clit.

His technique wasn't bad, in fact it was decent. He knew what to focus on, how to stiffen up his tongue to flick my clit over and over again, as he shoved a few fingers into my wet pussy. The only problem I was concerned about was the fact that I was on my last day of my period...

He eventually took his fingers out from my pussy, and they were covered with a thin and transparent layer of blood. I felt so bad that I hadn't mentioned it, but he took a washcloth and wiped his hand and said that he loves having sex when women are on their periods. Kind of weird, I thought, but okay...

So he kneels down between my legs and shoves his 5-incher into my already bloody, yet very wet pussy. As he thrusts in me, my legs hanging on to his waist, I feel the orgasms hitting me, slowly building, until I feel myself slightly bursting from the adrenaline rush. Did I just get an orgasm from a 5-inch cock??

We continue a little bit longer, until he stops and tells me that he doesn't want to come if he can't come inside of me. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?! That is so weird...

As we lie there together, it's apparent that we're done fucking, and I tell him that during a booty-call I don't like to cuddle and be all emotional after sex. It just seems so pointless to be emotionally bonded after such a physical thing when we're not even “together”.

So either it was his semi-drunken stupor, or the fact that he was acting a bit weird, he basically starts to pout because I didn't want to cuddle with him after sex. So, just to shut him up, I ended up cuddling with him until he falls asleep. While cuddling, he starts to tell me about his “problems” or inadequacies from being divorced and the fact that he hadn't taken his medication in a while...

Now THAT really scared me by then. I wanted this asshole out of my HOUSE, to never really see him again. But of course, being such a gracious hostess, I ended up letting him sleep until the mid-afternoon, until he finally left, where I would (hopefully) never hear from him again.

And to this day, he hasn't called me (thank god!).

There are just some sexcapade partners who I would never want to ever see again. What is past should definitely stay in the past, especially in this case.