He's going really hard, harder than you'd like - again, what do you do? You will enjoy your sex life a lot more if you know how to vocalize what you need.He's talking super dirty and degrading, what do you do? There are some genuinely bad people in the world who won't listen, but you can at least prepare for the guys who are simply dumb or have a different sex style than you. Let them know what you're after and how they can check up on you without being a cockblock.That being said, I think the biggest thing is to be direct and obvious and not rely on "signals" or "hints".A lot of guys (me) will brush off signals because they don't wanna misread something and be a creep. -/u/spidre_supreme The suggestions you asked for: Tell him he's cute and ask if he lives in the house. If you're dancing, tell him he's a good dancer and jokingly ask how much he'd charge for a private dance.He shuffled forward like a little boy coming to get a piece of candy from a stranger. I caught my breath as he slid inside while I kept myself open and loose for him, just like I had practiced with my cock look-alike rubber dildo."God...," he gasped, "you're so..." I didn't hear what he said, if he said anything, because he was sinking deep inside me.The suggestions you didn't ask for, but IMO need: Be careful.Remember you're 19 and they are likely in the same age range.
A hookup is a hookup and nothing more unless expressly stated.Don't expect a relationship or any measure of exclusivity.Some guys will even be inclined to hook up with someone else right after you.I was proud of the comments they made about the "pussy." Several asked me to e-mail them copies, joking with me how they were going to use it to jerk off. I quietly closed the door and went back down the stairs to let Rick in. I cursed my heart for melting all over again and closed the door. "I'm ready if you are." Rick walked to the center of the room, put down the router. "You had your chance," he said, grabbing me by the upper arm in a vise-like grip. He lifted me by the arm and pushed me ahead of him. I lifted my head to the mirror and saw the frightened little boy staring back. I stopped, took two deep breaths, and in one quick, no-going-back push, squeezed my pants and underpants over my hips and down my legs. It was the first time I had ever shared my "pussy" with another man, in person. Surprised, I was suddenly afraid he wasn't going to fuck me after all, but just jerk off while staring at me. Nearly caused me to be happy with how he had chosen to use me. "Please," I said, "I need you." I wagged again, pushing, bearing down.None of them questioned the authenticity of my beautiful pussy shots. I went to the back of the house and down the stairs into the basement. "My wife is upstai..." I said, my voice cutting off as it faltered. "Get your pants off," Rick barked, sharp enough to startle me. But then I remembered what my wife did, when she was horny, and I wasn't interested. Rick looked up at me but didn't stop pumping his dick. I relaxed, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, let my butt relax, my asshole relax. "God, you're hole...," he said, "it's..." I felt the warm bubble of K-Y jelly slip over the rim of my asshole and roll down towards my balls. His face was still uncertain, but his skin was flushed red with excitement.