Performance anxiety is just nature's way you telling you to ask for a blowjob.

This meme understands.

Some of you may be wondering why, in my last account of fapping without porn, I jacked under a specific time limit, and it's for times like I had over the weekend.

And for all intents and purposes, I had a great weekend. I was very productive. To celebrate the productivity, I decided to buy myself dinner. As I was eating, a boy I met on grindr and had been talking to for a while, asked me to go to the bar with him, and I decided to take him up on it. I just moved to a new city a month ago, and if you remember in my first account of fapping without porn, I took January off of drinking, so I hadn't gotten to experience the nightlife in this city.

The nightlife in this city was interesting - it's a mix of people trying too hard, and people who should try a little harder, but it was fun. We did this cute, cuddle-while-doing-the-cupid-shuffle thing (the turns are awkward), some salsa dancing (I'm used to leading, and following is awkward) and I ended up grinding on him to "Bitch Betta Have My Money" by Rihanna.

After all that grinding, we decided to go back to his place.

He kept asking me if I was hungry (because he was hungry), but I ended up saying no, and so we made out and fooled around.

As we were fooling around, we got to the obvious stuff.

And...I got a little nervous. 

The boy was cuter than his pictures, had a pretty mouth, was a great kisser, and we had been drinking.

But after a little blowing, I was able to eventually power through, and he got a nice big load on his chest.

I don't think he minded any of it, though. We went to his place after the bars closed at 2. We made out until 5. We did the do, we had foreplay, woke up at noon the next day, cooked breakfast, watched the super bowl, cooked dinner, and I left at 10PM. Yes. I spent 20 hours at his house, and he wants to see me again. This time, I hope the performance anxiety wanes.

And I suppose I still have things to learn about my body.

And I'm still working on flexing my imagination muscle, like I talked about in my second account of fapping. And I know I still owe you a fap where instead of giving myself a time limit, I edge past a time limit - don't worry, I haven't forgotten; it's coming.