One hell of a sunrise........

    I met Ryan on a dating site.  Ryan checked all of the boxes of a fuck boy but was simply so sexy I couldn't resist messaging him to trying to connect. We chatted for the better part of a month, never actually meeting in person because Ryan lived 2 and 1/2 hours away. Our conversations remained pretty sexual in nature and could get really heated at times. One day we were making plans to meet that coming weekend, which we had done previously in the past, and the plans always seemed to fall through. Outside of what Ryan looked like naked, I really didn't know much about him. Which is what makes this next part even more fascinating.........

I had tried to get out of meeting him that particular weekend and for some reason when I did he got very upset, even going as far as to tell me if I didn't come to see him I should loose his number. Ryan was trying to get my attention and it worked. I rearranged my plans and began the 2 and 1/2 hour drive to meet Ryan. 

We met at a bar close to his house. I arrived first and chatted up the bartender, hoping if this date when bad I would have backup. Ryan arrived and what I now knew how people feel when they see filters on someone and then the person in real life, he was cute, just not as cute as his pictures. We chatted a bit and there was a connection. Still sexual in nature, but if some really good sex was all we were going to have, I was ok with it. 

     He made me dinner at his place. Even up to this point I still knew very little about this man. As we sat down to eat, he asked me to pray. This surprised me because I had make the fact that I am an atheist very clear on my profile. I did this because I had been rejected in the past because I was not a Christian. But I had driven two hours and it was late. I really did not want to risk the rejection right now and have to drive home in the middle of the night, so I decided to keep my religious beliefs to myself. I said "Sure would you lead us in prayer?" As he began to pray and ask his god to bless our relationship, I was saying my own prayer. "lord, if you let me have really good sex tonight, I might consider going back to church". We finished our dinner and a glass of wine and headed to bed. The sexual connection was strong. After some pretty hot foreplay (which was primary him playing with me) I was sure this was going to be a great night, and I was probably going to have to keep my promise and go back to church. As things continued to progress next thing I know he is taking off his clothes and stroking him self aggressively. I thought it seemed weird, why wouldn't he want me to do it but I was going to discover quickly why he preferred to do it himself. 

       Okay so things are hot and heavy and we are ready to all the way. I'm super horny with all the foreplay and ready to go. Until. I touched it. Now for the most part I had always thought size does not matter, but......I had never actually seen one that small. It's no big deal I told myself. It could still be good. We go at it. It does not take but a few minutes and I can remember thinking to myself......."see........ this terrible sex just proves there is no god".

      Four hours of pretty lame sex that kept stopping frequently due to his "overheating"  later and I was ecstatic to put my clothes on and drive home. It was 5am at this point and I had a long drive home. An hour and a half into the drive and the sun began creeping over the Salt River Canyon. I thought to myself wow, that was one hell of a sunrise............ and the best part of the last 24 hours. 

Sincerely, 

Disappointed