Yeah but the mind doesn't stop with the slightly frustrating non-action, it wanders off into steamy places where you actually did blow him and where he blew his load down your throat.
Go forward a few years in time, first.
... Oh, and find someone more stable.
Who needs to be more stable- you? or the guy you were with?
That guy was a fluke. My first encounter was a fluke, too. That was a bit later.
The guy I first kissed was interpretting my shock, at discovering a dick where there shouldn't have been one, as homophobia. Thin skinned, I think. He was the one wearing the "girl suit" (actually, I'm sure he took a major hormone regimen) and yet he was making me out to be the one with a problem.
I'm not all that stable as some of you folks know, but I was more stable than he was.