I am a GGG, sexually-experienced 20 year old transman who went on Craigslist for a fucking. I put out an ad, got a bunch of replies and did some correspondance to make sure no one was an axe murderer. One of the replies seemed promising. He looked good in photos and said without me asking that his dick was seven inches and that he could last for hours and he bounced back really well. And I was in this to get DRILLED, so all seemed well.

We get to the hook up and his photo was obviously from when he was younger and much fitter. I also can't feel his dick. It was maybe four inches and had the circumfrence a little more than a quarter. It has no length and no girth. He came in under two minutes and it took half an hour for the thing to come back to life at all. This wouldn't usually be an issue but he does not know how the fuck to eat pussy. I could not feel a damn thing. I have been on testosterone for a year so it is NOT a matter of not finding it my clit as it protrudes about an inch and is extremely sensitive. I am actually amazed how much nothing I felt. I gave him head and he got to come twice, and I got nothing!

But the main problem was that he kept trying to contact me and I just totally ignored him because I am so offended by his lack of size and skill and that he lied. I felt if I said anything to him I would not be able to control myself and just outright say that he should not contact me anymore because his dick is too tiny. Do I owe him an explanation?

Annoyed With Other's Lies

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My response after the jump...

You don't owe this guy anything—no response to his text messages, no explanation, nothin'—but you do owe yourself somethin' and you owe the same somethin' to everyone else out there trawling the Internet for cheap and sleazy sex: an apology. This guy lied to you about his age, his size, stamina, skills, etc., and you rewarded him with not one but two blowjobs?

So long as people who misrepresent themselves online are rewarded with multiple blowjobs, AWOL, they don't have much of an incentive to knock that shit off.

When you met this man and it was apparent that his pictures were dated-to-the-point-of-fraudulent, you had a(n) (im)moral obligation to say, "I'm sorry, you don't look anything like your photos," turn on your heel, and go. Had you done the right thing and left, AWOL, you wouldn't have been in his company long to discover that he also misrepresented his size, stamina, skills, etc. (I'm assuming that you didn't go through with it because you felt pressured or unsafe or threatened—those are details you would've included, surely?)

Finally, AWOL, I hope that you're using protection—all sorts of protection (condoms, HPV and hep vaccines, mace)—while you're splashing around in the sleazy end of the pool.

Sent from the passenger seat of a speeding car on a winding road in Los Angeles somewhere by the Savage Love columnist with motion sickness and a migraine.