Anothe guy checking in here, and I say I have faked it…at least three times, with three different women.
GF was out at a party for one of her friends. I had class the next morning, plus knew maybe two poeple who were going to be there, so I stayed in and went to bed early (midnight…that’s earlyu for a college studnet.) Well, come 4 AM ther’s a loud pounding at my door, I unlock it and my drunk GF comes wandering in, wondering why I locked the door. Umm…seeing as the party was a few miles away and I thoguht everyone wsas drinking, I didn’t think you were coming home…well, I guess one friend was nice enough to be a sober driver, so she was dropped off. And this GF was VERY much in the mood (as she usually was when drunk,) and started going after me as soon as she walked in, basically. Well, I decided that rather than just say no, I’d go along with it and try to make it quick. Well, I guess being that I was so tired I just couldn’t perform. The little bouv (well…not THAT little of a bouv, just smaller than the big bouv) was rigid in his stance, but felt no need to “release his seed”, as it were, so I just pretended that I came. It’s easy to do when wearing a condom, since there wouldn’t be anything there for them to notice is lacking. Add to that her drunken state, and she had no idea.
Different GF, different situation. We were going at it with some foreplay, when it turned into one of those mutual oral sex dealies commonly referred to by a certain number by many a sixteen year old male. Wel, I got off before she did, and I felt bad, so I tried to start pleasuring her again a little too soon. Once again, I was at full attention, but no amount of proding, pushing, pumping, or thumping was going to result in Mr. Peener taking a visit to Orgasm-town. So, I faked it again,. Hell, by this time she had already orgasmed twice, so I wasn’t really doing her a diservice. (She was big on the vaginal orgasms, not so much on clitoral, which is why she didn’t orgsm from the oral before.)
Once again, a different girl. This one is just a simple case of the ol’ whiskey dick, only with lots of beer instead of whiskey. As usual, getting the Colonel to stand at attention was easy enough, and he even stayed like that the whole time. But damn if he weren’t a conscientious objector that night, cause he would not fire his gun, no matter how many times Charlie was coming down on top of him (or below, as the case may be.)