Not super famous, but… hooked up with Diego Sanz in SF. Average, thin dick. I was disappointed. Beautiful body, but…. That’s not a pornstar dick.
Ever see any famous men naked?
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I’d love to let Milano fuck around with me! I’d empty his nuts!
Not exactly famous but I hooked up with a local reporter while cruising at a gym during my lunch break. Surprisingly great body hiding under the suit and tie, average dick, uncut, and absolute dom.
My first wife's best friend's boyfriend went on to become famous; well famous enough for me to see his face in posters plastered throughout record shops in the 1990s.
It was in either March or April; it was also a Friday night and almost 7pm and outside the wind and rain blew hard against the windows. We were waiting. We had waited since noon, but her best friend and her boyfriend hadn't shown up. Neither owned a car, so they took the Greyhound for the 90 mile trip to our town to spend Friday night with us, before catching the bus again Saturday evening to head further south.
A powerful storm had blown in from the ocean. We had given up on them and eaten dinner. Soon we would be enjoying some sex before heading to bed by 10pm. Everything was ready and in place, but then there was loud knock at the door.
I opened the door and I was filled with mixed emotions: my heart sank…but I also wanted breakout laughing at the same time. There stood her best friend with her boyfriend. They looked as if they had fallen off a boat, as no part of their clothing was dry and they were shaking from the cold. I invited them in and I quickly led them to the kitchen, as water poured off their clothing onto the floor.
Why were they so wet? They had decided to go walking in the rain without rain gear or umbrellas and it had rained much harder than they had expected. I would’ve laughed out loud at them but they looked miserable, shaking and blue colored, which frightened me, as I thought that they might need medical attention. Although once inside our place, they looked only pathetic, but not seriously ill, even though they were still shaking from the cold.
In spite of how much I had hoped just to dry them off a bit, my wife and I saw that they needed help, so I told them to take off as much of their outer clothes as they could and then to head into the bathroom to take a warm shower. Like obedient children, they stripped off their soaked clothes, but they didn’t stop at their underwear as I suggested and expected; instead, all their clothes came off. Oddly enough, I didn’t really see either of them naked for more than a split second, as I tried to avert my eyes from anything too interesting and both my wife and I were bringing their wet clothing to the sink and wringing as much water out of them as we could.
Once they had cleared out of the kitchen, I loaded all the wet clothing into a lawn bag and put on my rain parka and went outside to the little laundry that our small apartment complex held, while my wife mopped up the kitchen floor. Once I was back in the house, I found my wife turning up the heat and pulling out our best towels and our robes. I told her that if everything broke in our favor, I could have both of them dressed and fed in less than one hour. She enthusiastically nodded and then she said something that surprised me.
She asked if I had seen his cock and didn’t I think it was funny looking. I hadn’t, but I wondered what she meant by funny. She had got a good look at his penis, as she had placed dirty towels under their feet, which put her eyes just a foot or two from his cock. She read the puzzlement in my face and said that his cock was small, very small, circumcised, oddly round, jutting straight out, and pale bubble-gum pink; she described as being just head and no shaft.
I really didn’t know him very well, as he was soft-spoken and his girlfriend seldom let him get a word in edgewise, but I came to his defense. I explained that the cold has that effect on all penises and that once he warmed up everything would return to normal. It didn't. They emerged from the warm shower and strutted into our living room naked to get to the fireplace. His penis wasn't a millimeter bigger. (If he had been hung, I would probably mention his name, but his being tiny compels my silence.)
It was in either March or April; it was also a Friday night and almost 7pm and outside the wind and rain blew hard against the windows. We were waiting. We had waited since noon, but her best friend and her boyfriend hadn't shown up. Neither owned a car, so they took the Greyhound for the 90 mile trip to our town to spend Friday night with us, before catching the bus again Saturday evening to head further south.
A powerful storm had blown in from the ocean. We had given up on them and eaten dinner. Soon we would be enjoying some sex before heading to bed by 10pm. Everything was ready and in place, but then there was loud knock at the door.
I opened the door and I was filled with mixed emotions: my heart sank…but I also wanted breakout laughing at the same time. There stood her best friend with her boyfriend. They looked as if they had fallen off a boat, as no part of their clothing was dry and they were shaking from the cold. I invited them in and I quickly led them to the kitchen, as water poured off their clothing onto the floor.
Why were they so wet? They had decided to go walking in the rain without rain gear or umbrellas and it had rained much harder than they had expected. I would’ve laughed out loud at them but they looked miserable, shaking and blue colored, which frightened me, as I thought that they might need medical attention. Although once inside our place, they looked only pathetic, but not seriously ill, even though they were still shaking from the cold.
In spite of how much I had hoped just to dry them off a bit, my wife and I saw that they needed help, so I told them to take off as much of their outer clothes as they could and then to head into the bathroom to take a warm shower. Like obedient children, they stripped off their soaked clothes, but they didn’t stop at their underwear as I suggested and expected; instead, all their clothes came off. Oddly enough, I didn’t really see either of them naked for more than a split second, as I tried to avert my eyes from anything too interesting and both my wife and I were bringing their wet clothing to the sink and wringing as much water out of them as we could.
Once they had cleared out of the kitchen, I loaded all the wet clothing into a lawn bag and put on my rain parka and went outside to the little laundry that our small apartment complex held, while my wife mopped up the kitchen floor. Once I was back in the house, I found my wife turning up the heat and pulling out our best towels and our robes. I told her that if everything broke in our favor, I could have both of them dressed and fed in less than one hour. She enthusiastically nodded and then she said something that surprised me.
She asked if I had seen his cock and didn’t I think it was funny looking. I hadn’t, but I wondered what she meant by funny. She had got a good look at his penis, as she had placed dirty towels under their feet, which put her eyes just a foot or two from his cock. She read the puzzlement in my face and said that his cock was small, very small, circumcised, oddly round, jutting straight out, and pale bubble-gum pink; she described as being just head and no shaft.
I really didn’t know him very well, as he was soft-spoken and his girlfriend seldom let him get a word in edgewise, but I came to his defense. I explained that the cold has that effect on all penises and that once he warmed up everything would return to normal. It didn't. They emerged from the warm shower and strutted into our living room naked to get to the fireplace. His penis wasn't a millimeter bigger. (If he had been hung, I would probably mention his name, but his being tiny compels my silence.)
Thank you. No, not a writer. I do, however, know two published novelists, one of whom also teaches writing at a prestigious university. Whenever I send them a recounting of some recent situation I found myself in, I know that I must bring my A game.
