Swing and a miss

[BristolBTTM1977]

Full disclosure this is NOT a load story, this is a "What the fuck was the point in that" story.

So its been one of those weeks, I work in complaints for an energy firm so, naturally, i am stressed. Took Tuesday off had my black mate over who gave me a good fucking and a nice load but he had some stuff with him so the rest of my day was screwed as I was now on one and gagging. Trouble with being a fat bottom is you are competing with the twinks, trouble with a bottom where i live is we outnumber tops 5 to 1! Ended up, 6 hours later, frantically fucking myself on a large dildo while wanking.

Comes to Friday, booked it off, wasn't looking at all. Message pops up for a cute guy, mid 30's, nice cock, verified by people i know (fabguys if you know it), really wasn't in the mood but he tells me what he wants to do etc asks for my address, says he will be over at 10. I do what you gotta do and, for me, that gets me horny so I am now up for it. He ghosts me, goes offline, stops answering messages. So now my Friday will be spent looking.

This is there the "What the fuck was the point in that" comes into play. Guy messages, talks the talk, wants anon. Me face down on the bed, door on the latch, ready lubed with toys, for him to play with my arse. ok, lets do this.

I get it all set up and me messages he is outside, I assume the position, he comes in and starts playing with my cock and starts frantically wanking me with a lube covered glove (I think) till i shoot. He then tries to force a couple of my dildos up me (doesn't work cos my mind is going "Huh?"), shoves a prostate massager up me then leaves.

I think I'm still confused now