About 6 years ago, I met this guy name Scott at a gay club. He is 3 years younger than me, white, super tall and big build. We danced affectionally and I decided to take him home. He drove a big old car what appears to be a cadillac. It was so big, it took a while to find a street parking spot that he can fit in. His penis, however… well, I guess that’s why he had a big car. I wrote a blog about being “too big” on 02.22.2015 (See Size Queen) but Scott’s body size was not proportionate to his penis size. In the morning, as he was getting dressed, his undershirt was on the floor. It looked like a shirt that Mormons wear. I picked it up and handed to him. He suggested that I keep it. I thought it was weird.
We had dinner dates few times after that and he told me that he has Asperger syndrome. It’s a form of autism and he has been dealing with it for many years. He didn’t seem ashamed by it. He definitely seem awkward and I had a hard time understanding his sense of humor. Scott also told me about his spirituality, which he identifies himself as a buddhist. On 02.15.2015 I wrote about another guy who was a buddhist, and that didn’t go well. What is it about buddhist??
I couldn’t find any common interest with Scott so I stopped calling him.
In queer culture, size matters. Gym bunny jocks have to be muscular, twinks have to be bony thin, and bear daddies have to be burly big. Penis size is also highly emphasized for gay sex. For me, it has not been a deal breaker until I met Sam, who has a baseball bat.
I met Sam while we were in college. He was one year older, white, average build and kinda cute. He was not a gym bunny, a twink, nor a bear daddy, just an average gay. We were in same major so we had a chance to hang out often. I think his silly sense of humor that made me LOL was most attractive to me. I called him silly queen for that reason.
One night he had few people over at his place. He was a total stoner so I decided to get high with him. His silliness made me go from LOL to LMAO ROTF to the point of tears. While he was showing his CD collections in his bedroom, we kissed. I was so high and our make out session seemed like it was forever. I passed out on his couch after eating a whole bag of cheese-puffs. Then in the morning I went into his bedroom and we spooned. He was very affectionate and passionate. Once he revealed himself, I was in shock. His penis was so big, I could not physiologically do anything with it other than a hand job. He said he always has to be a bottom because no one has been able to handle it. So I topped him.
Sam and I repeated our get stoned, eat cheese-puffs, and have sex routine several times until he got a boyfriend. Perhaps a boyfriend who was a power bottom.
So… yes, size does matter to me.