A few years ago I met a well-known singer/songwriter in a bar in New Orleans, and though I wasn't that attracted to him, he pursued me and we ended up in his hotel room. Obviously he wasn't handsome, but he had a descent medium build, and was surprisingly hairy -- furry even. His average-sized uncut cock looked very inviting and after some preliminaries we settled into a 69 position which soon turned into a horror show!!
First I was assaulted with the overpowering stench of feces! and to my chagrin, as I went down on him, I saw that the hair between his crack was as long or longer than the hair on his abdomen/chest, and dangling from it was the largest collection of "dingleberries" I had ever seen in my life. Luckily he wasn't interested in anal sex, and I was able to move away from his crotch fairly quickly without saying anything.
It was not the type of celebrity encounter one would fantasize about and until now, I have not shared this anecdote.
First I was assaulted with the overpowering stench of feces! and to my chagrin, as I went down on him, I saw that the hair between his crack was as long or longer than the hair on his abdomen/chest, and dangling from it was the largest collection of "dingleberries" I had ever seen in my life. Luckily he wasn't interested in anal sex, and I was able to move away from his crotch fairly quickly without saying anything.
It was not the type of celebrity encounter one would fantasize about and until now, I have not shared this anecdote.