bad teeth

I just had the worst blowjob of my life. I am quite literally sore.

basically I hooked up on the internet, something I never do. ( aside from the direst of horndog emergencies.) So we talked a bit, the pic he showed me was good. He had one of those jaw outline beard thingys, the sideways visor. Had that whole junior gangster thing going on. So, I couldn't wait to bag that ass.

So, I drove in. Took me like 20 minutes to get there. I arrive and spot him on the side of the road. WE get in and find somewhere private.

He didn't have that junior gangster thing going on in real life. He was sort of low class and greasy looking. The second warning sign was that he wouldnt look at me.

So, I get his droors down, and start playing with his cock. It wasn't a bad cock. Uncut, lots of foreskin. I like foreskin.

so, anyway. I'm going down on him, the whol etime he's looking out he window like I'm not even there. He wasn't getting hard or anything. SO I gave up. I leaned back and let him go to town on me.

OW!

That's all I can save. I give him 10 points for entusiasm, minus like a million for technique. It was like having a great white go down. More teeth than a boy could count. He had some pretty good tongue technique, and he was quite anxious to deep throat me. He got right down to the short and curlys. Gagging only minimally.


Now, the thing is, I have a real sensative cockhead. I was circumcised at 19, so as far as sensativity goes I'm halfway between uncut and cut. He was raking his teeth across the top of the tip. ANd he even went so far as to get his teeth against this one spot to the left on the ridge. When he would draw back he would snag that almost every time. That's why I kept pushing for him to deep throat. I even gave him encouragement when he was getting it right and discouragment when he was getting it wrong. I was basicall using his mouth like a fuck toy. Of course the teeth were still a problem. Half way through I was starting to lose my hard on, and was figuring that I should try and fuck him in the ass. I decided against it, and got him to lick my balls while I jacked off. At this point I could barely feel my cockhead. OW!

So, I jacked off came all over the place. He had a bit of fun cleaning me up. then it was back to him staring off into space out the window. I shrugged, pulled my pants back up. ASked where to drop him off. He told me a completly different place than where I picked him up. He got out of the truck pulled his hood up and scurried off.

When I got home, there were messages from him. BAsically apologizing profously for not getting hard, apparently too many Revs, ( the liquer of choice for the lower class Cape Breton homosexual, I drink Whiskey and gingerale.) And that he wasn't out of the closet, and he was begging me not to tell anyone that he was a big nelly bottom. I shant mention his name in this diatribe, just say that he gave very enthusiastic head, A real head hog, but it was like being raped by a food processor.

Its still sore... I think I'm bruised... OW!