What It’s Like Having a Trick Walk Out Halfway Through a Hookup

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Right in the middle of steamy fun, he decided to leave

A few nights ago, I decided to try my luck and hookup with a guy from an app. He was really a handsome guy. Maybe 6’4, hairy chest and a good 7 or so inches to boot.

In every way that matters, he was just my type.

Prior to his arrival at my home, we had talked about things we were into. You know what I am talking about – right? The usual pre-sex stuff.

Do you top or bottom?

Into oral?

Any limits?

Safe or BB?

In our case, we had decided to play it by ear. If things got serious, it was understood that I would be on top and he would be the bottom.

And so at the agreed upon time, he showed up at my door. His name was *Kenny and looked way better than his pictures online. That’s hard to imagine these days because a lot of guys old imagery.

But I digress.

We went about the business of saying hello and then quickly found ourselves making out. Before I knew it, we were in my bedroom doing a 69.

Honestly, everything seemed liked it was going perfect. We even licked one another’s beards; something that seemed to be a major turn on for both of us.

I can still remember whispering things into his ear. You are so hot. Just feeling you is getting me close. Your chest is amazing.

In turn, he said complimentary things to me. There was real chemistry there – at least as far as I could tell. A man knows when he kisses another man if the sh*it is real, you know?

At some point, he asked me to stand up on the bed while he serviced me (if you follow my drift). Wanting to make sure I did my part, I made sure to return the favor.

While we were playing around, I remember him reaching his long arm out and grabbing a brown bottle from his jeans. He took a hit.

Feeling the vibe, I did the same.

Our playing intensified. It never went beyond oral but the mouth to mouth fun we did have was off the charts. I’ve never edged so much with anyone so much.

About 20-30 minutes into things, Kenny suddenly excused himself to use my restroom. In that moment, I knew there had been a change in the universe.

Don’t ask me what changed – I couldn’t tell you. All I know is that the energy level dropped the second he got up from the bed. Isn’t that weird?

As I sat there on the bed holding my lubed up Johnson, I could hear him washing his hands in the bathroom. Seconds later, he returned.

“I’ve had fun – but I’m taking off now. Do you know where I put my c***k ring?”

Stunned, I looked at him and asked if everything was OK. He responded yes but offered no other explanation. With that, he slipped back into his clothes and put on his shoes.

On the floor, he found his missing rubber ring. I’m not even sure how it got there. Maybe it fell off at some point?

At any rate, he gave me a kiss and thanked me for having him over. In a flash, he was gone.

Since that incident happened, my self-esteem has taken a major dive. It’s one thing to get dumped on a date. I can even handle a situation where a trick shows up and upon sight, one or both parties decide it’s not right.

But what I can’t handle is having a mutually hot experience with a guy, only to have him walkout halfway through the fun. It’s a total mindf**k.

Do I smell?

Am I not big enough?

Did he want something more?

I’ll be OK. It will just take some time for me to recover. After all, hookups involve two people. Maybe there was something going on with him – deep inside.

Maybe he gaslighted me? Who knows. I’m a complete mess.

*Name changed per blogger’s request