Giving a Guy a Second Chance Just Might be Worth It Sometime

I have an update.   Jason, the beautiful runner with the huge cock who was a little wonky the first time I was with him called me again.  Well, I say called.  He sent me a text that said “Come fuck me.” Some guys don’t waste their time with sweet nothings.  I agreed to go over to his place in the middle of the day.  It was my birthday week, so I thought “What the hell.  MIght as well.”  He’s cute.  He has the most beautiful smile and blue eyes.  And I’ve already written about his beautiful body.  Hard to resist being near something that gorgeous. There’s not an ounce of fat on him. He has the most amazing legs and abs. I had to see him again, even if the sex was going to be lacking.  The first time we were together it was like fucking a 17 year old boy.  Frantic and furious.   I wanted to see if he would be better the second time around.  To my great surprise he was!

Whenever I got to his house, we sat on the couch for a little while and watched “Breaking Bad”, which is my all time favorite show.  If it’s on, I’m gonna stop to watch no matter what is going on. I figured at the very least I’ll get to watch good t.v.  After a few minutes of watching, he looked at me, looked down at his crotch and smiled. He had a raging hard on.  He told me to take my clothes off, which I did.  I straddled him, and he told me to do whatever I needed to do in order to be satisfied.  I took my time and rode him nice and slow, feeling every inch of him.  I say every inch, but really it was probably half of what he has.  It was hot.  I came a couple of times.  He actually paid attention to my breasts this time, which felt so nice.  That’s one of my favorite things about sex.  Turns me on to no end.

Sex with Jason this time around felt like grown up sex.  No hard core fucking, just pleasure. At one point he asked me to lay back on the couch.  He entered me, but couldn’t go in very far.  He kept saying “let me in”. I didn’t know what he meant by that.  I thought I was.  I was open and legs spread as far as I could. I would position my hips to try to help him, but nothing would help it go in deeper.  Poor guy.  He’s so big.  I can imagine it’s hard for him to find many women who can take it all. I’ve realized that my vagina isn’t very deep.  I haven’t really been with guys who are huge until Stephen and Jason, so I never knew that I was on the smaller end of the scale as far as vaginas go.  I’m built for an average sized dude, I guess.  We finished off with me going down on him.   We both were exhausted and satisfied.

I left right afterward because I had a birthday dinner that evening.   He looked disappointed when I told him that I had to go.  It’s funny to think that when he wanted to shoo me out the door, it was okay, but when I needed to leave right away, he was disappointed.  It works both ways.  Men can feel a bit used too, I guess.

The second time around was so much better than the first time.  I’m glad I agreed to go over to his place.   It was lovely.  The old me would have written him off as a lousy lay and wouldn’t have given him a second chance.  I’m happy to say it’s not a waste of a beautiful body after all.