Thing was a former body builder in his late forties. His hobbies included going to the gym daily, eating 8,000 calories a day, working, and playing with firearms. His arms were huge by the way, and his ass was hard as a rock. Just picture the Thing, but without all the weird rock skin.
His personality wasn’t as satisfying though. He was not what I’d call exciting by any means. He was nice and somewhat talkative, but that was about it. On our first date we drank several beers at his house while he cooked dinner. Actually I think he went through a full case, but he is a big guy. The date started early in the afternoon. We went out to the woods and he let me shoot his .22 (that’s a hand gun 😉 ) for a while. I killed an empty beer box, so that was fun. Then we went back to his house. By the time we got to 5 o’cock he started making his move.
I was fairly tipsy by then so I just went with the flow. Actually I kind of attacked him…in a good way of course. My hormones had been in overdrive and he seemed like a good outlet. We made out for about ten minutes in his kitchen and I finally just asked him if he wanted to go to the bedroom.
Once we got to the bedroom he stripped me down, then he stripped down and I got to see him in all his musclebound glory. Unfortunately the muscles were the only impressive things about him. He was ok though. We had sex, then I fell asleep. About an hour later I woke up to him pulling the covers off of me and getting ready for another go. Afterwards, I fell asleep again. Another hour later, yep, you guessed it, he was back for round three.
After round three I thought surely he’d let me get more than an hour of sleep. He did. He waited two hours until wanting round four. By then I was exhausted. I managed to get another couple of hours of sleep before rounds five and six.
As I lay there after round six, I couldn’t help but wonder, WTF dude? He’s almost fifty years old and just came six times in less than 12 hours. I was so tired that Viagra hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was tired and sore and couldn’t think straight, so I slept.
He took me home the next morning. He had to take his mom to church. It was Easter Sunday, the day that I have chosen over the years to celebrate my debauchery at it’s finest.
Five days later he came over to my place. We didn’t waste much time getting into the bedroom. Naturally I thought it would be like last time. Not that I wanted another sex marathon, but one good time would have sufficed. That didn’t happen. He came within three minutes. I, however, didn’t, at all.
He headed to the bathroom after he finished, so while he was in there I got dressed. I tried to lead him back to the living room and towards the door because at that point I just wanted him to leave. He did.
So, after consulting my sister on the matter, we decided that Viagra, or the lack thereof, must have been to blame for that second “date” disaster. Shame on you makers of Viagra. You got my hopes up and then sent them crashing back down.
Happy humping, and humping, and humping, and humping!