Do you say midget or little person?
Anyway, he takes the bus outside my apartment most mornings and i see him on my way to the subway. he's not hot at all but he's really bold about leering at me openly and i give the guy props for being so bold. the notion of having sex with him did intrigue me simply because the thought of it seemed so wrong. and dirty. and therefore kinda hot.
i've been seeing this guy for months but a coupla weeks ago i walk directly up to him and ask him if he wants to come back to my place and suck my cock. he gives me the once over and tells me that he wants more than to just blow me. he wants me to reciprocate. again, i give him props. instead of just saying yes to my bold offer, he ups the ante and secures some play for himself. okay, this might be really dirty i think and i'm kinda turned on as we walk back to my apartment.
when we get there, the guy starts taking off his clothes. unbeknownst to me, he's a hasidic jew and starts taking off the undergarments they wear. he gets naked and it's not a pretty sight. it's like looking a naked version of jerry seinfeld's uncle leo. except in miniature. he's got a tiny dick and suddenly this hot, perverted fantasy of mine has become a unappealing horror show in my apartment.
he lays down on my bed. i try to resolve what's left of the situation. i lie on top of him covering him completely. immediately i get this whiff of him which is musty and old and i immediately think back to the hasidic undergarments lying on the floor in the next room and realize that he has worn them for several days. he wants to kiss me and i oblige but it's bad and now all i can focus on are his bad teeth and the various moles on his body. someone save me, please.
still not content to call it off, i try one more gambit and stick my cock in his mouth. that was the whole point of this, right? to face fuck a midget and blow down his throat. anyway, the guy has a small mouth and tries to start sucking but can't get his mouth around my cock and starts scraping the sides of my cock with his teeth. suddenly, he starts to get bossy. he orders me to start playing with his tits. incredibly, i do instead of stopping this horror show right then and there.
i'm getting a lousy blowjob from a smelly midget who's lying my bed in my apartment and i'm playing with his tits like his bitch. jeez, how did i get here?
this continues for about 30 seconds. i want to end this freakshow now but the words aren't coming out of my mouth. i pull my cock out of his overcrowded mouth and tell him i'm going to get some lube. i figure i'll play with his tits for a coupla minutes and then show him the door. anyway, i get off the bed and go in the next room on my way to get the lube when i look down and see the hasidic underwear and notice a nice large skid mark on his shorts. well, that was all she wrote. i immediately told him that we had to stop. confused, he agreed.
moral of the story (i imagine there are probably several)...sometimes the hot, perverse fantasy you have in your filthy mind, should stay a hot, perverse fantasy. instead of a sad, horrifying reality.
Do you say midget or little person?
Anyway, he takes the bus outside my apartment most mornings and i see him on my way to the subway. he's not hot at all but he's really bold about leering at me openly and i give the guy props for being so bold. the notion of having sex with him did intrigue me simply because the thought of it seemed so wrong. and dirty. and therefore kinda hot.
i've been seeing this guy for months but a coupla weeks ago i walk directly up to him and ask him if he wants to come back to my place and suck my cock. he gives me the once over and tells me that he wants more than to just blow me. he wants me to reciprocate. again, i give him props. instead of just saying yes to my bold offer, he ups the ante and secures some play for himself. okay, this might be really dirty i think and i'm kinda turned on as we walk back to my apartment.
when we get there, the guy starts taking off his clothes. unbeknownst to me, he's a hasidic jew and starts taking off the undergarments they wear. he gets naked and it's not a pretty sight. it's like looking a naked version of jerry seinfeld's uncle leo. except in miniature. he's got a tiny dick and suddenly this hot, perverted fantasy of mine has become a unappealing horror show in my apartment.
he lays down on my bed. i try to resolve what's left of the situation. i lie on top of him covering him completely. immediately i get this whiff of him which is musty and old and i immediately think back to the hasidic undergarments lying on the floor in the next room and realize that he has worn them for several days. he wants to kiss me and i oblige but it's bad and now all i can focus on are his bad teeth and the various moles on his body. someone save me, please.
still not content to call it off, i try one more gambit and stick my cock in his mouth. that was the whole point of this, right? to face fuck a midget and blow down his throat. anyway, the guy has a small mouth and tries to start sucking but can't get his mouth around my cock and starts scraping the sides of my cock with his teeth. suddenly, he starts to get bossy. he orders me to start playing with his tits. incredibly, i do instead of stopping this horror show right then and there.
i'm getting a lousy blowjob from a smelly midget who's lying my bed in my apartment and i'm playing with his tits like his bitch. jeez, how did i get here?
this continues for about 30 seconds. i want to end this freakshow now but the words aren't coming out of my mouth. i pull my cock out of his overcrowded mouth and tell him i'm going to get some lube. i figure i'll play with his tits for a coupla minutes and then show him the door. anyway, i get off the bed and go in the next room on my way to get the lube when i look down and see the hasidic underwear and notice a nice large skid mark on his shorts. well, that was all she wrote. i immediately told him that we had to stop. confused, he agreed.
moral of the story (i imagine there are probably several)...sometimes the hot, perverse fantasy you have in your filthy mind, should stay a hot, perverse fantasy. instead of a sad, horrifying reality.
His story needs more urine and vomit. :biggrin1:I had the feeling it ended without the classic set-up line from the talent agent:
"What the heck do you call an act like that?"
Followed by the punchline "I call it 'The Aristocrats'. :tongue:
As far out as Inside Man's story is, I give it plausibility.
A little over a month ago I went to a party with my buddy for the opening of a "tobacco accessory" store and ended up meeting three girls. The first was giving me hell which I turned into credibility towards to other two girls and she walked off somewhere and I didn't see her the rest of the night.
For the next hour I was pulling some major kino on the two remaining girls. The first I ended up walking to the back of the back of the buildings near the bathrooms and I urged her against the wall and we made out. Pleasant so far.
I leave the girl I'd made out with to get some beers for my buddy and I and I tell her we're going to an acoustic joint across the street. Girl #2 grabs my hand and follows us - by this time we've had her flash us twice, once of which I capitalized on. This girl is by no means attractive; great body, amazing tits, butter face. I had at least 4 or 5 more cheap beers in me by then... just enough to take me past that point of caring who's sucking my dick... but not enough to fuck just anyone. I start talking to the owner of the acoustic place and she's trying to make passes to kiss me the whole time (she's obviously had too much Jack). I keep scolding her for interrupting me... the conversation with the owner eventually subsides... I get bored and take her back to my car with my buddy right beside me.
We both promote and look out for each other whenever we go out picking up girls but we'd never done anything sexual together. We get back to my car to put away some glass merchandise my buddy had won and she's still pestering us. I tell her to take off her shirt and motion for her to come closer... as I said, I'm way past caring who has their mouth on my cock at this point (even though I'm pretty sure by her teeth [the ones she hadn't rotted out] she was a 3+ pack/day smoker). I'm pretty horny and hard by now, probably from the alcohol and her amazing body, so I gently push her down to her knees and grab her neck and pull her up to my jeans. She knew just what to do, I told her to do the same for my buddy. She starts going down on us both for a couple seconds each. Thirty seconds in and I'm getting sobered up real fast and my buddy is pushing her away and tit fucking her, cock and balls against her sternum. I'm thinking the same thing too... both our cocks are getting scraped like nails on a chalkboard... if the chalkboard is fleshy. One of the strangest orgasms I've had... our cocks took a good week to feel better.
Point is, I know a little how you feel; not attractive... nothing good could come of it - not much did.
My hot, perverted little person fantasy just went down in flames. No itty-bitty-bang-bang for me.
Ugh, I just threw up.
Oh many thanks for the laughs, I was feeling a little despondent today and came to LPSG saw a post from you and then checked the profile for more posts and found this. It had me laughing uncontrollably.Do you say midget or little person?
Anyway, he takes the bus outside my apartment most mornings and i see him on my way to the subway. he's not hot at all but he's really bold about leering at me openly and i give the guy props for being so bold. the notion of having sex with him did intrigue me simply because the thought of it seemed so wrong. and dirty. and therefore kinda hot.
i've been seeing this guy for months but a coupla weeks ago i walk directly up to him and ask him if he wants to come back to my place and suck my cock. he gives me the once over and tells me that he wants more than to just blow me. he wants me to reciprocate. again, i give him props. instead of just saying yes to my bold offer, he ups the ante and secures some play for himself. okay, this might be really dirty i think and i'm kinda turned on as we walk back to my apartment.
when we get there, the guy starts taking off his clothes. unbeknownst to me, he's a hasidic jew and starts taking off the undergarments they wear. he gets naked and it's not a pretty sight. it's like looking a naked version of jerry seinfeld's uncle leo. except in miniature. he's got a tiny dick and suddenly this hot, perverted fantasy of mine has become a unappealing horror show in my apartment.
he lays down on my bed. i try to resolve what's left of the situation. i lie on top of him covering him completely. immediately i get this whiff of him which is musty and old and i immediately think back to the hasidic undergarments lying on the floor in the next room and realize that he has worn them for several days. he wants to kiss me and i oblige but it's bad and now all i can focus on are his bad teeth and the various moles on his body. someone save me, please.
still not content to call it off, i try one more gambit and stick my cock in his mouth. that was the whole point of this, right? to face fuck a midget and blow down his throat. anyway, the guy has a small mouth and tries to start sucking but can't get his mouth around my cock and starts scraping the sides of my cock with his teeth. suddenly, he starts to get bossy. he orders me to start playing with his tits. incredibly, i do instead of stopping this horror show right then and there.
i'm getting a lousy blowjob from a smelly midget who's lying my bed in my apartment and i'm playing with his tits like his bitch. jeez, how did i get here?
this continues for about 30 seconds. i want to end this freakshow now but the words aren't coming out of my mouth. i pull my cock out of his overcrowded mouth and tell him i'm going to get some lube. i figure i'll play with his tits for a coupla minutes and then show him the door. anyway, i get off the bed and go in the next room on my way to get the lube when i look down and see the hasidic underwear and notice a nice large skid mark on his shorts. well, that was all she wrote. i immediately told him that we had to stop. confused, he agreed.
moral of the story (i imagine there are probably several)...sometimes the hot, perverse fantasy you have in your filthy mind, should stay a hot, perverse fantasy. instead of a sad, horrifying reality.