David Giordano

Carrie waited for your errand day to come over. She knocked on the door, once, twice, thrice, over ten minutes. Maybe this was a mistake, she thought as he finally opened the door. He was 19, 6'2 and 380 pounds. Just a chauvinistic slob.

"He's not here," David said, closing the door. Carrie stuck her foot in.

"I know. I thought we might grab lunch and a movie. We kind of got off on the wrong foot." David grunted. Free food? Why not?

***

Half an hour later, they were at Carrie's favorite seafood restaurant. David had changed into a slightly less stained shirt. He ate with his hands. Carrie wrinkled her nose. People were staring.

"So are you single, or what?" David asked, mouth full.

"Yeah, I broke up with my last boyfriend," Carrie said sadly.

"Sucks. So why don't you go back to the Pervert? You know people call him that, right?"

"Yes, I heard about it. He's more interested in Men, I think." David's ears perked up.

"I didn't know he was a faggot. But I'm not surprised. So you're, what, taking me on a date?" Carrie fidgeted.

"Maybe."

***

An hour later, they settled into their movie seats. David immediately put his arm around Carrie. At least there was no one else in the theater.

Another hour in, Carrie reached down into David's lap to get more popcorn, and she felt it. It was a juvenile trick, but he was juvenile. He'd cut a hole into the bottom of the bucket, and Carrie felt a thick, 10.5 inch slab of uncircumsized cock, liberally coated in salt and butter from the popcorn.