Ever Caught Off Guard By Someone's Reaction?

[Fire Stick]

Many of us here at LPSG frequently share our experiences with how people sometimes react to our large endowments. Reflecting on my own experiences, people are more likely to observe and to visibly react to a large penis when there are circumstances that are clearly or potentially provocative, as would be expected. For example: you are seen naked; you are seen wearing something that you know damn well does not conceal, or perhaps accentuates, your bulge; or you are at some sexually charged place or gathering, such as a bar or a party, where comments or other obvious reactions are more likely to occur. But what about those times when people have reacted to your big dick when you least expected it? I am thinking it might be entertaining for us to share our most memorable experiences of when we were caught off guard by someone’s reaction.

I would say that my most memorable experience along this theme occurred not too long ago. My significant other and I had drifted into the habit of frequently ordering a pizza on Sunday evenings. I was vaguely aware that, for several times in a row, I had been greeting the same delivery guy at the door. I cannot recall my exact attire on every occasion, but since it was warm weather, it basically consisted of shorts and usually no shirt. I don’t normally wear underwear when hanging out at home, so I was freeballing, but nonetheless, I am not in the practice of answering the door in anything knowingly obscene. I think the delivery guy had figured out that he had been delivering the pizzas to a couple of gay men, which probably emboldened him. One evening, while I was paying him, I heard him comment about something being big. (He was a young Latino with a thick accent and did not appear to be perfectly fluent in English, so he was difficult to understand well.) At first, honestly, I thought he was talking about the pizza being big. Then I realized that he was looking at me in a funny way, and I decided that he was complimenting me on my arms. My instinct was to be flattered, so as he handed me the pizza, I gave him a polite laugh while I playfully flexed my bicep, merely for the sake of good humor. He then restated his comment about me being big as he gestured to my crotch. Before I even had time to react to his observation, he started to step inside the house. I quickly closed the door in his face with part of his body already in the doorway. I was at first startled, and then, amused. Had he been sexually appealing to me, I guess there is fair chance that the evening would have progressed to a spontaneous three-way, and this story would read like a script for a porn film. Such that it is, we laughed it off and ate our pizza. I never saw the delivery boy again after that. (P.S. So as not to offend anyone, I should clarify that he was not physically undesirable to me just because he was Latino; he simply was not all that good looking.)

I hope others will share some of their stories.

 

[B_Hung Muscle]

I'll be right over with the pepperoni pizza and your choice of beverage.

Usually I get that kind of stuff in the gym when I'm kind of soliciting it, but once it happened in a weird way when I was in the shower room after working out in a gym in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was there for a conference and went to a neighborhood gym downtown. It was full of locals, all straight guys.

I was a little uncertain where the showers were, so when I stripped down I made a wrong turn and ended up facing a bunch of toilet stalls. One good old boy basically ran right into me. He looked down and said really loudly "that a huge pecker, mister!" The 3 or 4 guys in the lockerroom looked at me and one burst into laughter. I was kind of freaked out. It was a little too Deliverance for me and it was the fastest shower I ever took.

 

[scorpiokc]

damn, i want to be a pizza delivery guy. never really considered the opportunities. except for those who close the door in my face, of course. still, hot story. i'm going to call pizza hut and freeball, and cross my fingers!

 

[ymtt_do]

I've got a weird reaction for you...my ex-wife. She used to throw up after nearly every time we had sex. No...i shouldn't say that. After every time we fucked. When we went at it nicely and lovingly everything was fine...but when we went crazy, something about where I hit her just literally didn't sit right with her. It was usually after she was on top...i get pretty deep there...and she literally couldn't physically handle it.

For those of you who are wondering...no...that had nothing to do with our inevitable demise.

 

[cgttown]

Usually I get that kind of stuff in the gym when I'm kind of soliciting it, but once it happened in a weird way when I was in the shower room after working out in a gym in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was there for a conference and went to a neighborhood gym downtown. It was full of locals, all straight guys.

I was a little uncertain where the showers were, so when I stripped down I made a wrong turn and ended up facing a bunch of toilet stalls. One good old boy basically ran right into me. He looked down and said really loudly "that a huge pecker, mister!" The 3 or 4 guys in the lockerroom looked at me and one burst into laughter. I was kind of freaked out. It was a little too Deliverance for me and it was the fastest shower I ever took.

Hmm....as one who hails from Tulsa, I can tell you that most probably the guy was trying to make you feel comfortable, not uncomfortable. The folks around here are generally honest to a fault, and they're generally very polite. He probably thought you might be uncomfortable as one not local so he said the first thing that came to his head. With your endowment, seeing you up close and personal liek that made it the first thing he thought of.

You probably were at the YMCA Downtown, which is sometimes cruisy, but just as likely full of guys with no interest in anything but a workout. Despite one's preconceived ideas, we're not a bunch of cross bred closet cases here in Tulsa.

 

[cgttown]

damn, i want to be a pizza delivery guy. never really considered the opportunities. except for those who close the door in my face, of course. still, hot story. i'm going to call pizza hut and freeball, and cross my fingers!

Actually I used to deliver pizzas, and I had more than a few times when I was greeted at the door by a barely clothed man or woman. And while I never came on to any of them, I was come on to on more than one occasion. It's not that unusual, as often you find yourself delivering (particularly late at night) to people who have had more than a few drinks and have dropped many inhibitions.

 

[B_Hung Muscle]

Hmm....as one who hails from Tulsa, I can tell you that most probably the guy was trying to make you feel comfortable, not uncomfortable. The folks around here are generally honest to a fault, and they're generally very polite. He probably thought you might be uncomfortable as one not local so he said the first thing that came to his head. With your endowment, seeing you up close and personal liek that made it the first thing he thought of.

You probably were at the YMCA Downtown, which is sometimes cruisy, but just as likely full of guys with no interest in anything but a workout. Despite one's preconceived ideas, we're not a bunch of cross bred closet cases here in Tulsa.

You're absolutely right, cgt. It was all said in the nicest straight-man way possible. And that's what unnerved me. The weirdness was all on me, not on them. They were super nice.

 

[WellHung83]

LOL God. Once I ordered pizza for my family and myself, but later on they had to go out for some reason and I got stuck staying at home to wait for the pizza guy to come, so thinking I had some time to kill I decided to have a shower before he came. Unfortunately he DID arrive while I was in the shower and so I quickly towelled myself off and slipped on the nearest clothing I could see, which were these really cheap pair of briefs that you buy in 7 day packs from Bonds or Hanes. You know, those briefs that are so snug and tight they show everything ! Without thinking I grabbed the money while towelling my hair dry, opened the door and was about to say " Hi, thanks for the...." then stopped dead when it suddenly hit me that a) I was answering the door virtually naked save for red briefs and towel over my shoulders and b) my chest and stomach was still wet and hair scruffy from the shower.
The look on the guys face was priceless. He was gulping like a fish out of water before blushing, handing me the pizza and my change before turning around and making a quick getaway as fast as he could. So embarrassing to say the least.

 

[EagleCowboy]

I used to do the pizza delivery thing too. It made for some interesting sights. Some would even answer the door naked ON PURPOSE!! Anybody here ever do that? (not that I minded-most were hot) :biggrin1: And also made for some interesting times. I never came on to anybody, never had to. They all came on to me.

I used to live in Tulsa myself for many years. One of my X-boyfriends still goes to the Y downtown as do many gay men. I must say that most there are pretty brash and bold.

 

[SoFla8]

Recently I was laying next to the pool and heard the dooebell ring. I figured it was one of the neighborhood kids looking for my kids. It was Sunday afternoon so I didn't expect a salesman. I went to the door in my tight speedo trunks. I opened the door and a petite woman was standing there. Suprized, I asked I could help her and she said "Would you like to but some meat? I, I mean, Steaks?" Quickly I replied with a smile "No thanks, I have enough"


Ive told this one before here. A few years ago I was at a couples house for a party. We all were pretty drunk near the end of the night. The hostess announced that her lighter was missing and that a search of the men was in order. We played along and lined up along the wall "arrest style" with our hands on the wall. I was last in the line. She went along checking our pockets, reaching into them, looking for her lighter. She came to me and put her hand into my pocket and immediately felt my semi-hard cock. She gasped, then backed away with a red face.
Every party there since that night I always have one of the women ask if I have their lighter. Oh, and her lighter WAS in my pocket. She never got it back. :tongue: