a man, a child and his game...

It is not a synchronized event. It is not choreographed either. Nor it should be a race to get to the orgasm. Giving pleasure can be equal to getting some. When you sleep with a stranger, most of the times it turns out to be a competition. Guys, sorry, most guys love to show themselves off, they do stuff without even considering whether you are enjoying it or not.
He was one of them as well. It all started out fun, we met at a coffee shop. he asked for a chai latte, I asked for a double espresso. It was early and I was cranky. I didn’t even notice him until I started drinking his chai latte, so we sat down, had a quick chit chat and he asked me out for the next night. I believed him to be cute so without much thinking, we settled our date.
We met at a sushi restaurant, he was polite and funny, I was curious and horny. After having quite a lot of rolls and couple bottles of warm sake, he offered to get a drink at his place. So I went along with him to see how thing would unfold.

As soon as we stepped in the apartment, he did his best to create the atmosphere. Slow music, dim lights, glass of wine, cozy couch, classic beginning for the pre intercourse… then little kisses, touching, interesting moves to take my bra off, ok, I was ok with most of them, though it seemed a little too choreographed, I could live with that. It seemed all like a sincere approach to get laid without scaring the woman right away. Until he got down to the under belly… that’s when he turned into a gynecologist. Right after taking my panties off, he was down there doing the most uncomfortable “how many fingers can I fit in here” move. What a shame! He was forcing his fingers in trying to open new doors for himself or something. Watching too much porn, I believe causes this kind of head trauma. I tapped his shoulder to ask him what he was looking for down there. He looked at my face very proud and said “now, it is your turn”. Excuse me but since when we have started to take turns? What made him think that it’s a tournament? Trying to find my panties, I apologized and told him I had to leave since it was getting late. He said “but I made you cum and you didn’t” , poor little child I am sure this is not the first time, I thought. “Well, sorry, maybe next time” I said as I was dressing up. “no, I want to do it now, lets both do it at the same time so we can come together, come on I know you enjoy it” . I didn’t know how to answer this, let’s see synchronized coming I believe was what he was referring to. Not interested. Not with a guy who obviously failed in the anatomy class. “Really, I should get going. Thanks for the wine” He wouldn’t let go though, he said “at least give me a hand job, you know it is not fair what you did, I gave you an orgasm and now you are leaving me, like this” pointing at his little penis. You know I try not to be so harsh, I do really. “I am sorry, I have to go now.” But some guys don’t take no as an answer, he was also one of them. He got up, locked the door and said “ I wont let you go until you finish me off” . Great I thought what now? What kind of son of a bitch was he? I was getting furious. Why had I even accepted this date in the first place? I looked at his desperate eyes, and said “you are right, let me get you off” so I did what I had to do. I sat him down, got down on my knees and took his thing in my mouth. Slowly first, then with the use of my teeth almost chewed him, his moaning turned into painful screams, he was begging me to stop, but it was too late. You asked for it, you got it. When I finally stopped, he was all red and swollen, I didn’t have to say a thing, he handed the keys to me, “ I will let myself out, it was lovely meeting you, we should do this again sometimes, good night” there I left him crying on his cozy couch, holding on to his dick, just as he would when he was a child.