I met Drew online. (This is his real name. I doubt he’ll ever find this, given that he was using a flip phone when I met him in 2015.)

Drew was the second person I ever had sex with. Photos included because I think they’ll help explain the title.

He had a HUGE dick.

I blame him for starting my BWC preference obsession.

We made plans to go to a bar, and I gave him my address so he could pick me up at my building. I was running late getting ready, so I told him to come up to my apartment.

When I opened the door, he was NOT what I expected.

In my defense, he said he was from Long Island, played lacrosse, and was 6’4″.

Drew was the Temu version of Wolverine.

I got catfished.

Nay.

Dogfished.

He showed up with a very long beard and a Crocodile Dundee hat.

But he was tall.

So I let him in.

He and I sat on the couch. We chatted for a little bit, and then he leaned over to kiss me. I felt his rock-hard third leg pressing against my leg.

I thought, fuck it—let’s move to the bed.

Drew sat at the foot of my bed, and I got on my knees and gave him the best blowjob I had ever seen in porn.

Drew asked me to deep-throat him.

I shyly told him I didn’t know how to do that.

Drew: “It’s okay, baby. I’ll teach you.”

He kissed me on the lips and then guided my head toward his enormous cock with both of his large hands. He pushed my head all the way down, and I could feel his cock pressing against my [medically confirmed enlarged] tonsils.

Near-Virgin Mary: gag, gag, gag, gag.

I threw up in my mouth and, like a good girl, swallowed it back down.

Tears were rolling down my face.

Drew was the man who taught me how to deep-throat, and he was the only—and last—man I’ve ever gagged on.

He was infatuated with me. He loved knowing that he was my second and that I did everything he asked me to.

I saw him from time to time for a couple of years.

I was repulsed by the way he looked, but I loved his BWC. So whenever I allowed him to fuck me, I always told him to fuck me from behind.

My last conversations with him:

Drew is also referenced in my other blog posts:

Countdown of fuckboys: 1. The guy who always asks me how his cum tastes. My reply out of niceness, “Does cum ever taste good?” But he truthfully has the worst tasting cum EVER. Very metallic-y. Order yourself some pineapple juice, hun.

True Lies: 5. I have a “no sex” bet going with my sister. Definitely not a lie, but it just didn’t last as long he thinks.