Let me start off by saying I had a feeling this would happen some day because I’ve always been a little curious.
My friends from work invited me out to a gay bar last night. (Because who doesn’t love working hungover on a Monday.) I obliged and after dancing and having a surprisingly great time as I was up at the bar waiting to order more drinks a man offered to buy me one, I was cool with it and we ended up conversing for a little while, he asked me the question (so are you into men) which I knew he was going to pop sooner or later. I said no but before I could even think, the tequila I’ve been having all night had me blurt out “But that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate others with a big dick.” I’m quite sure that drunken statement made me whole evening take a left turn. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. Not even 10 seconds later he asked if I had any photos, I did and wasn’t immediately comfortable showing him, and I told him that so he said the infamous line “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first.” It worked. It was now around 10pm and I went and told my friends I was going home so I wasn’t in too bad of shape for work the next morning. In reality I ended up taking an Uber back to the mans apartment after he offered drinks and pizza, which happened to only be a few blocks from my own. For the sake of keeping this story as clean as possible I will end it there, but for those who stuck around to read all of this just know I called out of work the next day and can safely say I survived a 9 inch penis. 10/10 would probably do it again. Cheers!