Online & Accidental (The Story of the 10 Inch Dick)
Content Warning: Discusses unsolicited dick pics & brief mention of sexual assault.
The other night I received the biggest cock shot I’d ever received in my life. Bizarrely, it wasn’t sent to me via a social media account associated with this blog. It was via a social media account associated with an entirely different website I manage. A website that is 100% unrelated to sex, dating, relationships, any of it.
I received a message – a question related to the website. He was asking for advice. An hour later, when I hadn’t responded (because it was Saturday night and I was busy), I received another message — a video. A video of the biggest cock I have ever seen in my life. Not just a cock either; he was jerking it off furiously. No cum-shot, disappointingly, but still … I’m not even joking when I tell you it was somewhere in the region of nine to eleven inches long. Bear verified this information, moments after he stared sadly at his own nether regions, wishing his own bits were bigger. [His words, not mine.]
Yep, that happened. I saw it for the first time right next to Bear. He saw it too. It was hilariously fun trying to explain that one away. I mean, how do you even start to explain that one away?
Do you know the guy?
No.
When did he like the page?
Like 12 hours ago.
What were the first messages?
Nothing untoward, just a few general chit-chat / advice messages. I hadn’t responded to them yet. I didn’t really get the chance …
Did you like looking at it?
No.
Do you wish my cock were bigger?
No.
Not even a little bit?
No. Absolutely not. No.
But his was huge. Why did he send you that?
Seriously, Bear, I don’t know. I literally have no idea. I didn’t even get the chance to send this guy a message. He was too busy sending me dick vids by accident.
So you’ve never spoken to him before?
No.
On any of the pages you work on?
No.
Oh. What are you going to do about it?
Block him, ban him from the page, probably report him. I mean, that’s something else, isn’t it? If he dropped his trousers in front of me and showed me that, I’d probably scream.
The conversation went on. And on. And on. He wanted to talk about it for the rest of the day. When he got out of the shower, when I got out of the shower, when he came back from the shop, after dinner …
It went on. And on. And on.
Seriously? I didn’t even ask for the dick. I didn’t want it. Even if I had that thing in real life I wouldn’t want it. I’ve done big dicks. I don’t like big dicks. I like a decent, regular, normal, man-sized dick. You know, somewhere in the region of 5 to 6 inches, a decent bit of girth on it, the specifics aren’t overly important.
But a 9 – 11-inch dick? Nope. No, thanks. Absolutely not. I wouldn’t touch it. I’m only little. I actually don’t know quite where I’d put it.
But, big dick aside (HUGE), what the fucking fuck? He said it was by accident. Who sends a video like that to someone by ACCIDENT? I’ve never accidentally sent a video like that to someone. I’ve never accidentally sent a so much as a nude to someone (that I can think of), so sending a video takes some special fucking skills, surely? Was there really any need?
Plus, if I’d have sent a video like that of myself to someone I didn’t know – someone who ran a public page NO LESS – I wouldn’t try and carry the conversation on afterward as though absolutely nothing had happened. I would’ve blocked the page, and the person, and anything else associated with them. I would’ve been mortified. I would’ve dug myself a hole, crawled in it, used my hands to scrape that dirt back over myself, and then I would’ve cried until the dirt slowly suffocated me.
I would most certainly not have tried to carry on the conversation after a swift “Sorry about that, the video wasn’t meant for you.”
Admittedly, he added a few fuck-shit-fuck’s in there for good measure, but that’s not the point.
My boyfriend saw that. The one with mental health problems, and serious jealousy problems. This was sent to a totally safe, non-sex, family-friendly website’s social media account that I very often have open on my laptop. That video could quite easily have been seen by Bear’s 15-year-old son. Shit! Imagine! Bear’s son probably wouldn’t have recovered from seeing that truncheon being thrown around. We’re talking actual elephant trunk. No lie. He woulda needed three hands. If revenge porn wasn’t illegal, I’d totally show you, but I’m not going to jail for that spudhead and his voyeuristic dick.
I mean, what is a gal meant to do about this? If he’d dropped his kecks in front of me, swinging his cock around like a broad sword, it would have been an actual criminal offence. He would’ve been arrested, there would have been statements, there might have been a court date, if we were lucky and there happened to be CCTV or something, but because this has been done online and his advances have been entirely rejected, it’s okay to play it down like it’s some sort of accident. Like it doesn’t matter?
I’m sorry, but it feels like I’ve just been sexually assaulted … a bit.
Why are the rules so fuzzy when it comes to this shit online? I write a sex blog, so I expect a few unwanted advances and perhaps even the odd cock shot. I accept that because that’s what I write about and I know what kind of world I live in. That’s sad, right? It shouldn’t be like that, but it is. I accept it … a bit.
The social media account that received the obscene video message isn’t and hasn’t ever been sex-related in the slightest. It has nothing to do with sex. NOTHING. The fact that this message was sent to it is honestly horrifying. If this guy had “accidentally” sent that video message to THAT Facebook page, what other Facebook pages could he have potentially sent it to?
And when it came to reporting the message, which I did, it was virtually impossible. I eventually found the report-a-message page, but when I did I couldn’t type his name into the box. His name didn’t pop up when you typed it into any Facebook box. He has his profile set so that you couldn’t do that – search for him, find his profile in a search, etc. In turn, it meant I couldn’t entirely fill out the report page. I found a way around it, but I had to find the actual username first [not just first name, last name] and then enter that into the box.
It. was. a. nightmare.
But imagine if I hadn’t known where to find that username? If I hadn’t found that really long workaround to report that guy? I wonder how many women wouldn’t have reported him because the form on Facebook didn’t allow it / made it difficult. I wonder how many other women he’s sent that video to “accidentally”.
Do I believe he sent that video to me accidentally? No, I do not. If he had, he wouldn’t have carried on the conversation in quite the way he did. Like it didn’t matter. Like it was nothing. Like he didn’t just send me a video of himself furiously jerking off his ten-inch dick.
Do I believe that was his way of “fishing”? Yes.
Hi, how are you? Why aren’t you responding to me? I know how to make you respond to me: I’ll send you a video of my massive dick, just to let you know I’ve got a massive dick. Now will you talk to me? Please? I’ve got a massive dick.
I don’t want to see your dick, fuckface. I never did.
I kinda want to report this to the cops but I know they wouldn’t do much about it. It was an “accident,” the guy even apologised for it. Like that makes it okay. It doesn’t. The apology just makes it worse. You apologise for standing on someone’s toe, you don’t apologise for a minute-long video of a naked, skinny prick whacking off his fucking dick. And that’s why guys like him do it, I reckon. I’m probably not the only girl he’s sent that video to. I doubt I’ll be the last. But some girls wouldn’t have bothered to report it, some girls wouldn’t have been able to report it, and even if it did get reported, to the Facebook cops or the real-life cops, nothing would happen as a result. He probably wouldn’t get arrested. He probably wouldn’t go to court. He probably would never be held accountable for sending his dick out into the world, quite literally willy-nilly.
This negative view is not the right view here, but I’ve been sexually assaulted in real life. The incident was on CCTV, there were plenty of witnesses, but it never went to court. Nothing ever happened as a result of it, and that was 13 or 14 years ago — a real-life case, with real-life evidence.
Nothing happened. No justice.
Nothing.
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This makes me so mad! I’ve had a similar experience on Instagram from someone who didn’t even follow me; cock shot and then an apology to say it was an accident after I viewed and didn’t reply. And it does make you feel violated. I know many people would disagree and say it’s funny, but it makes you feel like you did something to warrant being sent that or as though you have entered in to something seedy despite the fact that you never asked for it. I never understand what they expect to gain from it and why they feel the need to do it and I think every woman has experienced this at some point which is just ridiculous. And you are absolutely right, there are no protections or comeuppances for it either, it seems the rules of consent and what is acceptable are very blurred around these types of incidences and indeed sexual assault too.
Hey, Robyn, and thanks so much for your comment!
I’m so sorry that it happened to you too, although I feel slightly better than it’s not just me! And, just to update you (although I should probably blog update), Facebook decided to tell me that they couldn’t find any evidence of the conversation ever having taken place. Nice. I sent them screenshots, his URL, the URL of the conversation, and more, yet still, that didn’t make it easy enough for them to find the video of the enormous cock he’d just sent me.
It would have been funny five or ten years ago. I probably would have laughed a lot. But my boyfriend saw it. That made it not funny because then I had to try and explain something away that I can’t explain. I mean, how can you explain why some random dude that you have never spoken to before decided to send you a video of himself jerkin’ off … ?
Groan. Sometimes I really hate the internet.