It was my birthday, and I was excited.  My birthday is April 1, that's right, April Fool's day!  I got home from work, and several of my friends had broken into my house and had a surprise party all set up for me.  It was awesome, keg beer, steaks, and a girl I had a crush on was there.  She'd been there a couple of hours, helping to set things up and waiting, drinking heavily (probably to get drunk enough to do me).We talked for a while, and she eventually took me to my bedroom to "blow out my candle".  She got me undressed, pushed me back on my bed, and started going down on me.  She was doing a magnificent job, when all hell broke loose.She gagged.  Now I am not that big, just an average guy, but damn if she didn't hit her gag reflex on my wank.  She threw up the barf of the drunk, which was pretty freaking gross and disgusting, but her projectile vomiting did not stop her from her appointed duties....she continued to "blow out my candle".  I had to leave, gagging and sick from the smell and the thought of her vomiting on me!  I showered, went back to the party, a little shy, and a little embarrassed.  Because she was drunk, she told everyone she gagged on me, and that it caused her to vomit.  I got a reputation of being a "big man" on campus, but I am not, nor am I even close to being a "big man".  I'm just a regular guy.I got a reputation of being "big", and a girl came over to the house to check it out.  After our "session", she cleared up the confusion about the size, which ended up being worse than being thought of as the guy who made chicks gag.  She told everyone I was "normal" (or small, depending on who you talked to).  It got around that I was NOT the "big man" everyone thought I was, and the rumor spread faster that I was NOT big.  I'm so bad at sex.

hautedawg on Monday 22nd of June 2009 | Comments: 0