Urkle was his name, and flacid is his game. Went to india with a boy, his face has this familiarity that I can't quite put my finger on... Until he said he looks like urkle from family matters. He was 25, frat boy, athletic.
He had an ass that can't lie and hips that made all the girls come to the yard. This fucker had a lean, a mean and some what disproportionate body. He had the sense of humor of a cardboard box and the maturity of a teenager.
We were stuck together 24x7 for 30 days! In the beginning of the trip, he boasted he had sex with 30 women, claimed he is a connoisseur of pussies and we made a bet and the loser gets to go down on the other. Me, being obviously the smarter of the two won.
I told him I wanted rickshaw sex, he agreed.
First attempt: We were driving to a city I no longer recall and we ran out of gas on the highway in the middle of the night. This would've be been the perfect place, bit within a few minutes a curious Indian did a u-turn on the highway asked us if we needed help. We have just filled the tank and we were fooling around in the back seat, we had to quickly get our shit together so he doesn't start taking selfies with two butt ass naked foreigners.
After that incident, we drove off to a better patch of dark roads. But Urkle, for the life of him couldnt resuscitate his limp dick.
Second attempt: pulled into this isolated patch of words, tried again and his dick was dying, I was giving him evil glare while he was rapidly pumping with his hands. After a good 5 minutes, his Dick gave its final breath and spewed out some semen and died for good.
One huge turn off of his, when he is jerking off, he likes to open his mouth half way. It looks like he was dying of thirst and that my pussy was the only thing that can quench it. Severely unattractive.
Third attempt: we were driving in a national park, pulled into a forbidden driveway, risking being trampled by elephants, his dick was too shy and was tucked away. For good.
Place of 2nd attempt