Title: Weekend Serenity

 

The Music was loud and the wings were sizzling on what was a sunny, cool and breezy Saturday afternoon.  “I’m going to have a few over, not too many”, said Rodney, who was one of my more humors male friends.  Apparently his definition of the word few interprets as short skirts all over the place.  Hi, I’m Larry Austin and this little “get together” Rodney is hosting was supposed to be several of my buddies and a couple of girls.  I spelled it out to Rodney plain and clear, only a couple because I couldn’t deal with another attack after Kisha.

What the hell’s wrong with these girls like Kisha?  They see a really tall man like my self and somehow assume I can do something for them a shorter man can’t and because of that, the nibbling never stops.  God, I thought I was going to die from protein loss given the way Kisha was taking those loads down.  What pisses me off is when your heart is pausing, your breath is thin, your head’s spinning and your chest is up against your chin, telling girls like Kisha to slow down or give it a rest just ends up having the opposite effect of what was attended.  I bet if I was a half head shorter than her in height, she wouldn’t have acted so freaking hungrily.

Anyway,

So there I was at this barbeque with some of my buddies and some of my buddies’ buddies and more chicks than you can shake a cross at.  That which lurks underneath all the short skirts bouncing around Rodney’s yard was hot as Hell itself, but I tell you the beer was on ice, just the way I like.  As I looked around at this lovely attendance, it didn’t take me long to realize I was the tallest guy under the sun at the moment and that had me worried.  You know what?  I’m just being silly because there are some good looking guys here who are well groomed and no reason at all for the hot “mamas” strutting around to over look these guys.  With that thought, I felt some peace come over me and the thoughts of another “Kisha attack” were fading away.

Kicked back on one of Rodney’s patio recliners, I popped open a cold beer while gazing up at the sky.  I was thinking about how I was so going to tear up those wings being flipped over by “my boy” Rodney but such an edible thought was interrupted as something massive flopped across my body.  I looked down at my waist only to see one of the thickest, most well defined and smooth thighs I have ever seen in my life.  I was hesitant to look over at my side to see exactly which babe owned such a “nutt buster” of a leg.

Lord behold…  Green eyes, brunette hair, perfect facial structure and a smile created solely for the purpose of getting laid.  “Nice hamhock you got there mam”, I so idiotically blurted out.  Way to go Larry!  Now the girl’s letting that ball draining giggle creep from that gorgeous face of hers, which is already sending ice cold shivers up my spine.  “You must be Larry?  Your friend Rodney told me a lot about you”, she said.  “Oh really?  How did you even know it was me, love?” I replied.  “Well, he said you were a really tall guy so it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

There’s that word again…tall.  I tell you, every time I hear that one word things always turn out the worst for me when it comes to women I just “wanna” be friends with.  Take today for example…  I just “wanna” drink some beer, eat some “grub” off the grill and make hilarious jokes with the guys.  Why is it I have the feeling I’m going to end up separated from everyone else, alone with one of these man killers called woman, who will most likely be breathing up and down my neck as she rips through my clothing like a shark sticking its sweet tooth to prey?

“Well since you know my name I guess it’s only fair you tell me yours”, I said.  She let loose a smile shaped by the devil him self as she let it slip from her lips.  “It’s Tammy.”  At that moment I realized my chest supported some added weight.  Don’t get me wrong, I do have a big chest but I could feel a pound or two more tacked on.  I dipped my chin to see how much trouble I was in already and good God almighty…Tammy’s watermelons were laying across my “pecs” like a five hundred pound walrus.

Jesus Christ, why didn’t this girl wear a bra!?  Doesn’t she understand, beasts that huge can accidentally swing a man’s way, break his neck, educe a coma and when he wakes up, some doctor is telling him he’s paralyzed from the neck down!?  “Shouldn’t you be over there dancing with one of those studs sweet heart?  I tell you what…let me introduce you to one of my pals.  You’ll like him because he’s a real good guy.”  I then started to “uprise” from the recliner only to meet the palm of Tammy’s hand as it shoves me back downward.  “I don’t like any of those guys, they’re too short”, she said.

Too short…?  What the hell is this woman talking about?  The shortest guys here is like five foot seven and she only appears to be five foot seven her self and that’s with the three inch heels added.  It was that instance I felt my very soul curl into a ball within my flesh.  One of Tammy’s hands was carefree exploring the depths of my crotch, without one word of consent from the guy it’s attached to…me.

Here we go again with another chick who for some unknown reason feels she needs to be with a man standing near seven feet tall.  Why does society do this?  What’s the point in brainwashing these “PTYs” into thinking men must be taller than women?  It’s not like I can offer her more protection or something.  God knows if a barrel suddenly raised in this direction with threat to fire, I would quickly grab Tammy and lay her on top of me as if I was closing my own coffin door…except for the fact Tammy would be dead and I would still be breathing, hopefully.

I felt the tip of Tammy’s nose as she brought her mouth close to my ear.  “Come upstairs with me, please.”  Those were the deadly words whispered in my ear by Tammy but I bounced back quickly with a counter attack.  “You know, this is my bud’s house and I don’t know if he…” but she cuts me off and says, “Rodney already said it would be ok.  I asked him before I even came over here.”

Never in my life have I met such a devil!  I can’t believe she already had spun a trap for me and one of my own best friends aided her in her quest to empty my balls!  Crap, I haven’t even converted one chicken wing into a “turd” but yet Tammy was ready to suck up any energy I currently had; like count Dracula in the presence of a virgin’s neck with a clear path!  “Wait a minute baby, are you sure?  Just look around at all the guys here.”   That was my last second attempt to save a peaceful barbeque weekend that was suppose to be all fun and games without any “rump downs” involving Larry Austin.  Tammy jumped on top of me and her voice was like a general commanding a soldier as she said, “Don’t mess with me boy!  You’re big so that makes you Papa Smurf!”

Before I could get another word out Tammy’s nose was pressed against my face and her tongue was thrashing across my tonsil.  “Down boy!” I thought as I felt my manhood absorbing “gamma” radiation as it tried to transform into a long, thick, white, mean, “beaver” killing machine.  There I was being led by hand towards Rodney’s front door where I will apparently take that long walk of dread upstairs, ending with me face to face with a drop dead gorgeous creature called Tammy.

Man I tell you…  I don’t know what was bouncing more…my heart or those huge knockers glued to Tammy’s slender, curvy frame.  Of course, Tammy’s “bootylicious” posterior was the undisputed runner up in that little bounce contest.  Unfortunately my time has run out and I now find my self sitting on the end of a bed in one of Rodney’s many rooms.  Tammy was standing in front of me slowly taking off her clothing.  I couldn’t help but notice how she was staring at me with that upturned lip and cringed nose.  You know, the type of look someone may put on their face when they’re thinking about something extremely filthy and unholy.

Man, I was about to crap in my pants because I probably knew better than most men...  When a woman gets that kind of look across her face in the bedroom, you know she’s going to get ridiculously nasty!  I can’t stand not knowing what this woman is about to do to me and therefore sat there like a kid awaiting a thrashing for bringing home an “F” on his report card.  Tammy suddenly snapped her fingers at me, “Get out of that stuff, now!”

The tone of her voice sent me into a frenzy as I stripped off threads left and right; anything to not piss her off and add to the destruction she was already going to hand me.  Given the desperate and tense look across her face, I would say Tammy’s going to hand me my own “meat stick” on a silver platter!  The moment my pants hit my ankles, Tammy’s eyes stretched wide open and her jaw scraped against the carpet as the drool tried to make its way over her bottom lip.

I felt my body jump as Tammy sprang into forward motion.  “Oh God help me” I thought to my self as Tammy hurled her self down in front of me and engulfed my manhood all in one violent motion.  With the speed and power Tammy’s displaying right now, it sure as hell won’t take her long to get to the center of my “tootsie pop.”  Why must this happen over and over again?  Am I asking society for too much when I ask for one weekend as a normal guy, instead of the usual idol tall men have been made out to be?

One thing’s for sure, I was mad as hell at “my boy” Rodney because he gave this girl permission to do this to me in his own home!  Now that bastard is down there in the yard enjoying those grilled wings with ice cold beer, laughing at the countless number of jokes being made by the guys, while I’m stuck here with this “damphire” draining me dry!  Why is she doing this!?  I just met her only moments ago and we sure as hell didn’t exchange enough words to pay dividends for all this!  I so wish I had a magic wand with the powers to transform my self into a man standing five foot three right about now.  That would sure as hell get Tammy off of me because society doesn’t agree with girls doing what she’s doing right now to men of that nature; which is retarded because men like that and men like me…we’re the same nature.

I couldn’t help but hold the bed for support as my body quivered, abdomen tightened and strength threatened to leave my body at any moment now.  Tammy suddenly rises up and hops onto the bed knees first as she bends over, covers her “beaver” with one hand, looks back at me and says, “Just shove it in.”  Who the hell does this girl think she is!?  First she drops to her knees and start draining the life out of me and now she wants me to pretend I’m her bell boy…give me a break already!

This girl is so lucky I’m a gentlemen when it comes to a lady’s requests, otherwise I would have walked out of that room and left her enormously round backside right there on that bed.  It turns out this witch left a hole in her grand scheme…there was no lube!  “Sweetheart, maybe we should hold off on this and just get to know each other better.  Besides, we don’t have any lube and spit never works for that, know what I mean?”

Tammy then turns around, lunges up on me like a kitten, kisses me and says, “You’re sweet but no worries.  I lubed up before I left home.”  At that moment the entire room started to spin around me like I was being sucked into a black hole.  Tammy couldn’t look more evil as she repositions her self all while rolling out that devilish giggle she tossed my way back in the yard.  She then starts to “make it wink” so I can see the clear substance she had already lining her dark tunnel walls.

This is not what I wanted…  I was hoping to just talk with the girls at the “get together” I was suppose to be having, not all of this!  This is the reason I’m single right now!  There’s no way for men like me to ever just settle down with one chick and maybe get married.  The category of men society has placed me in is the one where illegitimate children are born, it’s the one where married men are humping their secretaries at work, it’s the one where a girl’s best friend “rumps” her boy friend, it’s the one where men toss away good wives for temping “PYTs”, it’s the one where single parent mothers are born and it’s the one where men like me can never be truly happy in life.

Larry Austin

My full bio can be found at http://www.pmme2.com/.  Just type my name (larry) into the search box on the left and hit go.  If you have any questions for me or wish to address me, you can do so on “mythreads” of my fan page, at PM2.

PS,

This story was not a fictional write, this really did happen.  I will be randomly writing about my life as a tall man in hopes of gaining some release from the torment it brings men like me.  Women consider men like me dogs but what they don’t understand is, they’re the ones making men like me look like dogs but that’s a double sided mirror being looked into.  Women that keep going after guys like me when they’re already taken are doing nothing but dogging them selves out.  Way too many guys out there for all of that.

Title: “Dinnery” Surprise

There I was…  Sitting in one of the most beautiful restaurants one could conjure up and sitting across from me was one of the most beautiful women a man could dream up.  Hi, I’m Larry Austin and I’m having one of my typical date nights with a lovely “PTY”; well…I thought it would be typical anyway but some how a monkey wrench tends to get tossed into the equation from time to time.

Any how,

Abby, that’s the lovely young thing’s name, was telling me about how a lot of her previous dates were awkward because she was at least a half head taller than her male companion.  Oh God, spare me the short man story again.  It’s like women don’t even see the good qualities a man may have anymore.  If her high heels are unhappy, she’s unhappy, her family is unhappy, the public is unhappy, her friends are unhappy and that’s the end of the story.

Regardless of her being yet another spoiled product of society, I felt comfortable around Abby because she didn’t tackle me to the floor when we first came face to face.  Yeah, she did turn red faced and I noticed how she clinched her fists around her purse strap as if she was bracing her self, but all in all…I feel this night may actually be a night where I finally get to talk to a woman and try to connect with her, instead of her scratching up her knees on the walking stones leading up to my home’s front door.  Hell, I’m surprised I actually made it to the dinner table this time out.

I noticed how Abby starts to chew her food a little harder every time she looks at me.  That desperate sensual stare with the squinting eyes is definitely turning me on but I’m not in it to win it tonight, boys.  I just want to make a good female friend who’s not going to give me the royal treatment just because I’m standing a mere six foot seven inches tall.

God, Abby sure does have a nice smile.  Even though she was still talking to me, I couldn’t help but space out while day dreaming about Abby walking down an isle in a white dress, while I stood at an alter holding an ear to ear grin that would have made Chester Cheetah proud.  “Will you excuse me?  I just need to use the ladies room, handsome.  I’ll be right back.”  Those words pulled me out of my fairy tale and back into reality; just in time I would say because I noticed something a little unusual when Abby got up from her seat.  One of Abby’s arms was reaching back behind her and the fingers from the hand attached, were gently pressing at her “behind’s equator”, know what I mean.

Now…I might not be the smartest, most romantic guy in the world but even I was not pathetic enough to assume Abby had an escaping “turd” trying to force it’s way upon our lovely little dinner adventure.  Let me tell you this…  Sometimes when curiosity starts to force its way across your unwilling soul, you just have to trust that the unknown is knowledge you can do without.  Unfortunately for me, curiosity is what ended my hopes of kissing Abby good night without any extra curricular activity taking place.  I got up from my chair and followed Abby to the ladies room because I suspected she didn’t need to use the ladies room at all; at least not in the usual way.  I looked around to make sure no one was coming, then I silently cracked open the ladies room’s door and peered within its depths.  There was Abby, standing in front of the mirror with a slight bend at the knees.  She was reaching under her dress and appeared to be re-adjusting something.

That’s when I heard her say them...the words that would send me crashing down on top of that pedestal society has built for tall men like me.  The same words most shorter men would rejoice to hear made my heart stop and tie itself in a knot.  I quickly and silently made my way back to the dinner table and started preparing myself mentally for the rest of the night.  In fact, I had the waiter bring me another side dish because it was obvious I was going to need my strength and stamina for after dinner.

Abby returns and takes her seat across from me once again and places that God evil smile across her face.  Knowing what I know now about Abby, I still smiled back at her as if I was unaware of her little dark secret she had prepared for me this whole time.

Fast forwarding now…

Dinner was over and there I was standing, staring at home sweet home with Abby clinging onto my arm.  Most men would rejoice at the sight of home…but for me, the feeling of anxiety crept over me like a bad day at work.  I had made it out of the freezer with Abby and into the frying pan.  I could think of nothing as I look to my side at Abby and she looked back at me with that same God lovely smile but this time her eyes were squinting again, like a witch who had just prepared a nice little surprise for Hansel.

So there we were, finally alone in my den and that’s when Abby started to walk up on me like a hooker who just spotted out a for sure thing.  She started kissing me on my neck…then the other side, all while slowly popping loose the buttons on my shirt.  I could feel Abby’s soft, warm and moist lips drop random kisses all over my chest.  “God, not the nipples!”  That’s what I thought to my self as my whole body started flinching.  I never could handle a girl sucking on my chest nipples…the feeling for me is too exotically sensitive.

Abby then rises up and whispers in my ear…  “I have a surprise for you.”  She backs up off of me and slowly turns around.  She then bends over and pulls up the back of her dress while giving me that same smile that has been killing me all night long.  “Oh my God…Abby!”  Yeah right!  Like I was really surprised to see what I saw.   I already knew it was there because of the words she blurted out in the ladies room earlier.  Oh that’s right…I never told you what she said, well here it is…

“Damn butt plug!”

That’s right…  Abby needed to use the ladies room not because she needed to go but because her butt plug was apparently tired of holding her massive cheeks apart.  “Jeezus Kryst”…does it come down to this now…!?  Ladies wearing butt plugs at the dinner table, all for the reason of replacing those butt plugs with something a lot bigger and “meatier!?”  Give me a break society!  We taller men can only handle so much grief!  I already have to deal with the fact I could never be a one woman man because society has cut the flock of men short for women with stupidity…but now I have to put up with emptying my “balls” and tossing away good protein every single time I date a woman!?

Just toss me a coffin already and call it a day!

Abby pulls her thong to the side, grabs the butt plug and pulls it out.  She then holds it up and says to me, “You got something bigger I could use besides this little thing?”  I replied, “Anything you want, Boss.”  Anything to make her happy…that’s what I was really saying.  Regardless of my torment, I was still going to be that gentlemen and give a lady what she asked for.  So there we were, undressed and laying sideways on my couch.  I wasn’t moving a muscle as Abby lunged herself against me over and over again.  She was moving really fast, practically slamming her self against me like each time down wasn’t good enough.  God she’s a strong girl…  I bet the “splacking” sounds coming from my den could be heard a mile away and the grip her backdoor muscles had on me were insane.

“Oh my God”, I blurted out…because Abby was leading me into deep dark areas most men would never explore…well, an average Joe that is…but I am well beyond the average Joe department down stairs, know what I mean?  I gazed over at the mirror on the wall across from my couch only to see that Abby’s body was red with lust.  Her eyes were closed and her face was flaunting the look of intensity as well as determination.  I could also see the cream from Abby’s “cherry pie” oozing over her lower thigh and befouling my couch’s lovely exterior finish.

I tell you, I didn’t give a damn about that couch!  As much as I hated the fact my night turned out like this, I could not ignore the fact Abby is going above and beyond what any average woman would be capable of handling.  It’s hard to not admire a woman who’s making sure pain and exhaustion never become options as she sends her self over the edge in sexual bliss.  Six hours into it now, the same position and the same energy consumption by Abby.  She is amazing!  I’ve never seen so much sweat fly off a girl in my life and she hasn’t skipped a beat!

Man, if only Abby was my wife and that evil pedestal for men like me didn’t exists…  If women would take advantage of the full flock of men available and stop brushing guys aside for reasons that can’t even erase one wrinkle from their face…

Men like me could finally be happy.

Larry Austin

My full bio can be found at http://www.pmme2.com/.  Just type my name (larry) into the search box on the left and hit go.  If you have any questions for me or wish to address me, you can do so on “mythreads” of my fan page, at PM2.

PS,

This story was not a fictional write, this really did happen.  I will be randomly writing about my life as a tall man in hopes of gaining some release from the torment it brings men like me.  I am not trying to change society by sharing my life’s stories, because I know that would be too much to ask for.  Women are going to forever make life miserable for the tall guys because our society will keep on feeding them the “BS.”

Title: Women Make Men like Me What We Are

There I was…staring in the mirror going over my last minute checks before she arrives.  Wrinkled free clothing?  Check!  Cologne?  Check!  Fresh breath?  Check!  Then the door bell rang; a sound that would make the average man nervous knowing a young drop dead gorgeous woman is at their door and she will render her “first impression” opinion the moment she lays eyes on them…but not me…not Larry Austin.  In fact, a smile crept across my face because I already knew what was going to happen in terms of her expression.  The same thing always happen when women plant their eyes on my six foot seven frame and gaze upon one of the most handsome faces a man can have tied to his skull.

I could feel the excitement rising in me because I didn’t know what sudden actions she would take after being graced with my presence.  Most of the women I invite over usually drop to their knees and start undoing my belt, while others just aggressively start taking off their clothing.  I still remember Khristy…  She was one of my favorite girls.  Why you ask?  When I opened my front door to let her in, she looked me up and down one time, ending at my face, then buckled her knees in slightly, reached under her skirt and the next thing I saw was silk white panties dropping down across her ankles.

She then dipped her chin downward and placed her hands together in front of her…very similar to what little girls do when they are embarrassed or shamed about something.

One thing I like to do is let every women know that I will not view them as a whore or slut if they wish to let it all out.  In order for me to convey this understanding to Khristy, I picked her up with those silk panties still holding her ankles together and took her into my dinning room.  I placed her on the dinning table gently, pushing her “back down” on the surface.  I then threw both of her legs over my shoulders and tucked my head in between the loop hole created by her inner legs and the panties still holding her ankles together.  I dropped my head down in her sweet spot and started to lap like a kitty on milk.

Why did I do this?  Why be so kind to Khristy you ask?  I’ll tell you why…  I could see the torment on her face when she dropped those panties.  The guilt ran across her face like a child who just accidentally knocked dad’s iphone off the table only to see it shatter into tiny little pieces.  The shame and guilt on Khristy’s face was so intense I could feel it.  You see, what I simply did was lower my self to Khristy’s standards.  If she felt she was being a whore then I was going to be one with her because doing something risky or sinful is much easier to do if you’re doing it with someone.

Anyway…  Finally at the front door and on the other side of it was a Goddess who went by the name of Gail.  Here goes nothing my friend…  The door opens…  “H~i!, so you’re Larry?”  She says.  Ok, you’re probably thinking this woman is at a man’s home and doesn’t know who he is?  That would be somewhat true.  You see, one of my male friends sent Gail my way because she was having trouble finding a man that could satisfy her sweet tooth.  She had this fixation on a man’s height, which is no surprise given what our society teaches.  My buddy only gave her the short run down on me and told her she would be in for a surprise because I was tall.  Yep…there’s that magic word again…”tall.”  I just smiled at Gail and replied, “Wow…you’re even more attractive then I pictured.”  As I said that too her I could clearly see her face turning red with blush and this unsettling look which came uncross it as if she was very anxious about something.  She started doing this strange twitching thing with one of her heels against the ground, almost as if she needed to use the rest room.  “Please, come in” I said.  As I walked with her to my den, I was thinking to my self, “She didn’t attack…  Maybe this time I’ll at least get a chance to talk to one first.”  She sat down on the couch and I asked her if she wanted me to get her a drink.  She replied no, then started to pat the seat cushion of the couch right beside her, which was my “Q” to have a seat beside her.

The moment my rear end hit that couch her nose was pressed against mine and her tongue was making its way down my throat.  My eyes were all wide with surprise because I was so not expecting her to explode with passion like she did.  She never saw my eyes because hers were closed as she slowly maneuvered her head around giving me one of the longest, nastiest kisses I have ever had.  I finally had to push her back because I was losing breath and my heart rate was racing.  She suddenly placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back against the couch and started undoing my belt.  At that moment, all the past memories of women before her…just like her…came rushing back as if they happened only a day ago.

I thought to myself…  Not this time…  I can do something about this right now; it’s as simple as stopping her and introducing conversation in order to take her mind off of what she was about to do.  Unfortunately…that thought took too long to process because her head was already moving up and down and I could feel my abdomen muscles tighten and tremble along with my legs.  In fact, I was shaking all over the freaking place like a leaf in the wind; her seasoned touch was that amazing.  “Way to go Larry!”  That’s what I thought to my self because I failed to make sure no other women would turn to puppy dogs at my feet.  Given the way she was moving her tongue, the only thing missing was that sturdy “roof” a puppy dog makes.

“Oh God…Gail, wait…”  but she didn’t wait; in fact she got faster and more aggressive with it as if she was upset because I asked her to wait.  There was a mirror hanging up across from the couch, on the wall, which allowed me to see Gail’s eyes all rolled up in her head until there was nothing left but the white of the eye.  It was like having a demon possessed girl devour my manhood without respect for me or her self.  Gail was crouched down in front of me and one of my feet was directly under her and because of it, I could hear the faint sound of drops…similar to that of a leaking water faucet.  I can assure you…something clear and liquid like was dripping from between her thighs, but it sure as hell wasn’t water.

I honestly just gave up…  What’s the point in trying to show women that I am more than just the typical idol society teaches them to pursue, but also a man just like the ones society teaches women to look over.   She had know idea that some of the men she previous thought were not good enough because they weren’t tall enough were actually the better men.  Men like my self get spoiled in time…  No matter how hard we try to be that normal five foot five inch guy, women always place a pedestal beneath us and tell us that we’re so tall and handsome just before doing what Gail is doing to me right now and MY GOD…she is still relentless after two hours in!!  My carpet is finished and so is my shoe!  I will never be able to get those wet stains out now.  I had a funny thought just now…  I thought about how carpet can be replaced just like Gail can be replaced.  In fact, for men like me, there are countless women out there lined up to take Gail’s place.  Maybe that’s why she hasn’t stopped to take a breath after two and a half hours of pure energetic bliss.  God, I’m falling in love with this girl and I don’t even know her!

I’m willing to bet my life on this…  If my buddy would have told this woman I was less than six feet tall, she probably wouldn’t have showed up and if she did, she sure as hell wouldn’t be tiring out her jaw muscles like she’s doing now.  Maybe I’ll write her out a check later because she’s sure as hell putting in a lot of work at the moment.

Man how time fly by when you’re being worshipped by an ignorant woman like Gail.  Dripping with sweat now, I looked over at the clock hanging over my fire place again, which explained to me that Gail has been going at it now for six hours straight.  She had already taken three of my “meals” and was working on the fourth one.  Since I was the host and she was the guest, it’s only right I make sure she doesn’t leave my home hungry.  I looked up at that mirror hanging up across the way in hopes of seeing her eyes staring at me but they were stilled rolled up with only the eye white visible.  If you’re a man women over look because of your height, let me say this to you…you’re lucky.  Why do I say that?  Men like me are tortured more than men like you because getting it without a chance to love one instance of it, is worst than not having it at all.

There’s no way I could ever love one woman in peace now…other women will sure as hell see to that.  New eighteen year old “PYTs” sprang up everyday and all of them are taught from birth to seek out men like me and let me tell you this…  It doesn’t matter if we have a girl friend or if we’re in a marriage and have children already.  When Mr. Tall is all ran out, women take what’s already taken and that trend just keeps repeating it self.  Men like me are doomed to have hundreds if not thousands of women like Gail and Khristy because our number is small compared to the full flock of men available but that’s just the problem…  Society has tossed away the majority of the live stock and now predators like Gail are swallowing me whole!

God…I will be so happy if this woman stops after the eighth hour.  Doesn’t she realize, she can’t do this forever!  Doesn’t she not feel the sweat dripping from my face every time she makes me curl up over her; because she starts doing that crazy motion with her tongue!?  She’s killing me!  I’m so tired…  Man, I would love to trade places right about now with a shorter guy who’s happily married and surrounded by his family.  I can only imagine what it would be like having a woman to talk to, laugh with and lean on if I need to…but the only thing I ever get…because I’m Larry Austin…Mr. six feet seven…is the same thing I’m getting right now from this gorgeous creature squatted down before me.

Maybe that’s why I spend my time on the internet doing “LPMs” with the girls at pmme2.com.  Those women can’t get to me and on the internet and I can be that annoying man women think twice about.  I can freely post my height without worrying about getting a pedestal shoved under my “butt” and devoured because the women can’t see me; and because of this, they can’t sell their soul to the devil the way Gail did today.  I guess the internet is my way of escaping reality…my way of saying hey, there’s a world out there where I am not expected to be the target of every woman who wishes to toss away good quality men for one painted in a fairy tale.

Society tells women that a man like me offers more protection…  Well I’m telling society it’s full of s^*t!  If a robber jumped out with a gun while I was on a date with a woman, I would probably toss her on top of the guy and disappear into the night’s shadows.  I know you’re probably thinking coward right about now but let me give you a reality check…  If a bullet lands right between your eyes, you’re DEAD!  Your height, your weight, your sex, your race…what ever…it will not matter because bullets kill what they hit and bullets don’t discriminate!

Gail sure as hell doesn’t discriminate when it comes to tall guys because she’s on the seventh hour straight but the good thing is…she’s slowing up now.  I think she has finally tired her self out or she’s full from the fourth one…I don’t know; I’m just glad to see it coming to an end because I never asked for it and I have lost way too much protein, know what I mean?  It wouldn’t make any sense for me to let her leave now at this late hour, so I might as well invite her to bed with me.  Besides, a robber might jump out a bush and force me to toss Gail in front of a flying bullet.  That I would hate to do because she has worked so hard today.

Maybe sometimes tomorrow I can finally talk to her…before she starts looking for breakfast…because women I keep over night always seem to look for that breakfast at some point in the morning and I’m not talking about green eggs and ham my friend.  I wouldn’t mind marrying a woman like Gail or one like Khristy for that matter.  It’s just…well…I already talked about it…  When men like me run out, another Gail or Khristy will come along and toss me on that pedestal society has built for me and have at it.  Hell, I even started calling it “the pedestal of empty balls” because that’s usually what I’m left with in the end.  Along with a broken heart because the chance to settle down permanently keeps evading me.

Man...if I could wake up five feet three inches tall laying beside Gail, I bet she would vomit on the side of the bed…which would flood my house given what she took down.  My pal already said Gail hates men under six foot three so I can imagine the look on her face after realizing she miss judged my height, but unfortunately…she didn’t.  I don’t get it…  Gail is only about five foot one in height herself so why does she have to have a guy who’s near or over seven feet tall?  Man, “wtf” did society do to the minds of women!?  It’s not right and men like me are the ones who have to pay for it the most!  You think I like allowing women to do what Gail did today!?  I was just looking for a woman I can connect with and maybe spend the rest of my life with but that’s just the thing and I’ve already talked about that as well…  I will never have singular woman peace, I will never be able to marry in peace and I will never be able to bring children into the world, under a roof where two married, loving parents take care of them.  That is my hell…and that is the world of the pedestal man.

Larry Austin

My full bio can be found at http://www.pmme2.com.  Just type my name (larry) into the search box on the left and hit go.  If you have any questions for me or wish to address me, you can do so on “mythreads” of my fan page.

PS,

This story was not a fictional write, this really did happen and Gail still pays me visits from time to time…when she can get to me that is.  So many women lined up and so many problems to deal with.  I wish society didn’t curse me the way it did.