Although I have a policy of not fucking on the first date, that doesn’t mean I’ve never done it. I will make exceptions when the feeling is right (meaning I am completely drunk, completely horny or a combination of both). In this case, it was a Friday night and I was really missing Sig. I was enjoying a good buzz and what better time to go troweling on an online dating site. Mind you, I was looking for men to meet at a LATER date, certainly not that night.
Squirt and I started exchanging emails and the next thing I know, he is on his way over. Let me reiterate – this is NOT my style! I can’t even remember if I had seen a picture of him before I gave him directions to my place, but I wasn’t disappointed when he arrived. He was a nice-looking guy. We went downstairs to my Entertainment Room (no pun intended) and immediately started going at it. The only thing I distinctly remember about his appearance (since unfortunately, I don’t remember his name) is he had on these hideous polka dot boxers.
There is a reason he earned the name “Squirt” and it wasn’t his cock size. He started doing this thing to me where he pressed down really hard on my lower belly and started fingering me vigorously. The next thing I know I squirted! I had never done anything like it and had only seen it done in pornos. Granted mine wasn’t the dramatic 10-foot gushes you see in pornos, but it was still a substantial gush. I was absolutely amazed because I didn’t know I had the ability to do that! I couldn’t wait to call Sig and tell him about my new-found talent.
Squirt came over one more time and I squirted again, but it was nothing like that first time where I even astounded myself at the extent and complexity of my sexuality.