[MF] Here’s one for the small fries.

My description:

>I know you perverts (I’m one too, no judgment) are wondering.. so here’s me: I’m not “hot”, or at least I don’t think so. Dudes have told me I’m pretty, girls I’ve been friends with (and those I have been more than friends with) have told me that I have unfair eyes. I’m heavy for my height – probably 10-15 lbs. overweight. I’m pretty lazy about it, because I can be. I have had standard-deviation-breaking bras since 13; getting guys in bed hasn’t been hard except times when I get picky. Hips are clearly meant for baby making.. thanks, Mom.

I’m a self-proclaimed size queen, but I will quote something I’ve posted here before:

>For a sake I wholeheartedly believe in, I have to make the following statement: If you are a guy reading this, I want you to be comfortable with your cock. Your size is your size, and you should be proud of it no matter what. Seriously. 99% of girls don’t care how large your cock is. If it’s actually that small, still don’t worry! I am infatuated with large cocks, and even after an 8″ thick one I have had some pussy-shattering sex with dudes that were well below average. And dudes are so disillusioned with how big their cocks are in general. If you’re 5″+ you have literally everything to be proud of, because likely scenario is you’re more than satisfying her in the size department. Please trust me on this. If you are still self-conscious or doubtful about your size, then rest assured that toys and other methods of satisfying her in that way more than suffice. In the end, the sexiest thing perceivable is confidence. I have had dudes with literal ‘cunt destroyers’ be embarrassingly terrible in bed due to self esteem issues. I actually ended up calling a fuck buddy with a small dick one of those nights to come take me like a real man. If you feel sexy, then you are sexy. Period.

Here’s the story about the booty call I made to my buddy with a small one:

Ben has been my friend with (great) benefits for a long time. We met in college, but we didn’t sleep together until the tail end of our scholastic careers. He’s not particularly muscular, but he’s slim and clearly works out regularly. He’s not like drop-your-panties hot, but he’s pretty cute. His sense of fashion is extremely boring: work boots, jeans, and a solid color t-shirt.. every.. damn.. day. In colder weather he wears this (actually pretty tasteful) leather jacket. He’s a mechanic now, and he fixes up old timers for some side cash that Uncle Sam doesn’t have to know about. He does well for himself, but he’s certainly not rich by any general use of the term. It’s not that he doesn’t care for the opinions of others – he certainly considers them, but he’s just confident in who he is and what he’s about. He made it clear pretty soon into our friendship that he was sexually interested in me, but I rejected all of his advances.

After a couple of years of friendship and sexual rejection, I proposed a go at sex when I was bored and horny one time. He was clear about his interest in sharing a bed with me the whole time we were friends, but he wasn’t pushy about it, he didn’t try to hook up with me when I was drunk (in fact he rejected me once when I was hammered and hitting on him), he didn’t incessantly ask me on dates, and he didn’t obsessively linger in my presence. He was just a friend who came around to hang out when there was actually something to do, threw jabs and jokes about wanting to sleep with me here and there, was there for me if I needed a favor, and just genuinely was a friendly guy. He was like that to everyone else, too. He dated other girls, and he would frequently ask me advice about them. We had already graduated, but we hadn’t left campus yet. Most people were gone already on the afternoon I was inexplicably horny and hanging out with Ben in my now empty house. My roommates had all moved out already, but I wanted to hang on to college for as long as I could (plus the month wasn’t ending for another 10 days.. I’m getting the most out of my rent, dammit!). We were just hanging out as usual when I straight up asked him if he wanted to fuck because I was bored. I had to explain that it wouldn’t mean anything, and we had a little conversation about feelings. Once the emotional boundaries were established, he went in for the move. He was really certain about it, and that bravery would carry itself into the naked part. I was admittedly a little disappointed when I pulled down his pants, but his calm confidence and generally cool demeanor translated into leg-trembling, moaning uncontrollably, I-don’t-even-smoke-but-hand-me-a-god-damn-cigarette, incredible sex. It’s odd that I never fell in love with him, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. He lives very close to my home town (somehow did not go to the same high school), so whenever I come back to visit there’s a certain text I send to him to let him know I’m in town.

Fast forward a couple of years later. He and I were out at a bar drinking in my home town when a very good-looking guy with a great body came up to me. He was clumsy but charming, and I fell for his spell pretty quickly. Ben bid me farewell, and I hopped into this guy’s car to go home with him. I don’t know what changed, but he was being pretty silent in the car ride home. I didn’t know what had made him so suddenly nervous, so I thought I would ease the tension by easing *his* tension. I started to rub my hand up and down his thigh, and his breathing became audible. I eventually reached his shaft, and it hard. It was soft, but it was still *enormous*. **Fucking. Score.** I asked him to slow down his driving while I undid his pants, and he silently slowed the car down and moved into the right lane.

My computer seems to be crashing and freaking out… so I’m going to have to force restart it and continue it later. My apologies. I hate blue-balling you guys like this… I’ll be back tonight!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5gan6x/mf_heres_one_for_the_small_fries