The whole story of how I began to be my best friend’s boyfriend’s cum dump [18F/20M]

* this is in relation to my [first post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53az89/me_and_a_bunch_offff_other_drunk_girls_at_a_party/), which may be better read after this one. whoops!

* this does get a little long winded, but I wanted to include as may details as I could ^okay ^^bye ^^^now

Within a couple of days of meeting him, I was sitting there reassuring my best friend that he wasn’t boyfriend material and she needed to take things slow. The he in question would be the devil. On 4/20/15, we were both doomed to lust after him endlessly.

I should explain. My best friend and I were celebrating soon becoming high school seniors, going out with a friend of ours – to meet up with *his* friend – to smoke and hang out for a while. We had never met him before, only heard of him, no idea of what to expect. He lived about fifteen minutes from us in a white house surrounded by cows and fields. Pulling into his driveway and seeing him sitting there in the garage, in a chair placed facing us, a bowl in his hand, and a body too attractive for the garbage galaxy print shirt and skinny jeans he was wearing… I knew what was coming.

Jake, the aforementioned (gay) friend, gets out of the car to go say hi first, and I look at my best friend, Bre. I’ve barely gotten half a heartbeat through that operation before she’s already going “do you think he’s cute?” And at the time, I really didn’t. The way he dressed had very much off-put me before I even got the chance to speak to him. But I answered honestly, telling her he hadn’t caught me yet.

Boy, I should have held my breath on that one.

Bre and I kept going back. We’d sit and smoke, watch him play video games, I’d play guitar with him, we’d play with his dog and cat, yadda yadda yadda. Ee were so comfortable around him we brought him with us on our weekend getaways. And eventually, she began to go without me. I let her have her space with him since she was so interested. I tried a lot to keep her from falling in love with him. I was never truly jealous of her intimacy with him, honestly. I just knew better than her. James and I play the same games, and we don’t play fair.

James learned from me early on about how turned on Bre and I get when we’re choked, or even just lightly grabbed around the neck. I didn’t think it would hit me that hard, but when I watched him do it to her, the fun fled my body and was quickly replaced with a confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal. I watched his hand wrap around her skin so roughly, pinning her down to the bed as she tried to fight both him and the quickly approaching moans from her throat. They laughed and wrestled, but I pretended I wasn’t imagining it was me struggling under his hands. I tried so hard not to show how badly it aroused me. I crossed my legs, I bit my lip, and I was hooked.

I revealed to him how badly it turned me on to watch him tease her one night over the phone. I told him about how I got drunk on fingers around my neck, but I also told him how intoxicating it was to be chased around by him when we were play fighting, how the mere thought of him slapping my face got me wet, how badly I craved to be used by him. I told him all of my wildest fantasies and that I wanted to do the dirtiest of them to him. He told me how hot it was that I wanted him so badly, but he always had a way of never saying enough. I would go out of my mind wishing for him to tell me more about how he wanted to fuck my throat or tie me up. All the words he *didn’t* say to affirm that he wanted me too were the words that dripped gasoline onto my fire.

Now after knowing our secrets, having our sexual preferences come babbling out of our mouths to him, things began to get physical. It didn’t matter whether it was us alone or all three of us together, James would always be teasing us. In the car he would yank Bre’s hair as she drove, making her moan and yell “stop, we’re gonna wreck, asshole!” If I got too mouthy with him he would reach forward, grab the back of my neck, and dig in his fingers, and I would shudder every time. He got such a kick out of terrorizing us.

A night came when Bre wasn’t around while James and I were alone together in the camper we stayed in at the lake. To me, this was basically Christmas morning. I got under James’s skin so badly just verbally teasing him that he grabbed my neck and yanked my hair at the same time, thinking it would shut me up.

A blink of a second passed after he touched me and then my knees thudded to the ground.

I couldn’t hold myself up. I landed there at his feet with his hand around my neck and hand in my hair, face-level with his cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I began to cum. James’s grip on me was softened only for a second after my initial fall, and oh dear god, I wish I could have seen his face when he realized what he had done to me. Another wave spasmed through me when he held me down from standing up with his hand around my neck, a smirk on his face and a new darkness in his eyes as he realized what kind of control he had over me.

This was around the time Bre and James started fucking 10 feet away from me in the same camper regardless of whether I was awake or asleep. The noises of their pleasure just feet away was torture.

Not long after that did Bre get me alone one day to ask me how I felt about having sex with her and James. I’ve never been that attracted to Bre, but it would be my first time with a girl, so I told her it was cool with me as long as they got me a little intoxicated beforehand. Upon my request, we all went out that night on the boat and smoked until we couldn’t think anymore.

I wish I could say the threesome that night was everything I ever dreamed. James choked me as Breanna sucked his cock, Breanna ate me out as I sucked his cock, I played with her tits while she rode him… However due to her jealousy with him and I, I didn’t get to fuck him, or really get half the attention from him that she got. The night after that, I got my fill.

We were all laid up in the camper, everyone in the same bed, listening to music while we played with our phones. It was dark and I was beside James with Bre at the front of the bed facing out. Whether it was bravery or purely me being a slut, my hand slowly ran across his leg and up to his thigh, rubbing there beside his cock. The breath he was taking hitched and stopped in its track as my palm hit his length and slid to his zipper. Somehow, I quietly slid his cock out of his jeans and got it in my mouth without Bre even realizing. I took my time and savored the feeling of him twitching and growing in my mouth. I had swallowed his cum and been back in my original position long before Bre even turned back around.

Of course, all good things come to an end. I was beginning to get more depressed as summer was approaching and spent less time with friends. And then, about four months before Bre and I had our 12 year anniversary of knowing each other, her jealousy over James finally strung her out. She would ignore me, lie to me, accuse me of things I didn’t do. I tried for weeks to help her and fix what was happening, along with fix my *own* issues, but when I finally asked her why she was acting like she was, she said I was changing. I ended our friendship on the general note of **“the literal purpose of life is change”**, told her that if James meant more to her than me then I’d see myself out, and we didn’t speak for 8 months (correction: she harassed my family, I didn’t speak to her).

HOWEVER, good things come *back* to you, right? She came back, and with her, James did also. In the eight months I wasn’t speaking to them, he cheated multiple times, moved somewhere else, and she had a miscarriage, but it wasn’t his. In the eight months they didn’t see me, all I did was lose weight and shave my head.

In James’s new house, our main chill spot was the basement. Guitars were strewn everywhere, his best friend’s drum set sat taking up way too much space beside the stairs, and you either sat in a chair or on an amp. We would crack open the door to the outside and smoke bowls till it got dark and too cold to stay downstairs.

This was the best possible set-up for James and I. He always sat in the corner by the door, furthest from the stairs. You wouldn’t be able to see him till you walked all the way into the room. So when Breanna walked upstairs for however long at a time, we were totally hidden. And we played the hottest fucking game with each other.

When she disappeared upstairs, I would immediately get on my hands and knees and crawl over to his chair, pull out his cock completely wordlessly, and try to get him off before she came back down. I didn’t lose often, but I could tell it really turned him on to see how disappointed and frustrated I was for hours after if I didn’t get to swallow his cum.

The closest I ever got to fucking him, she had gone out to pick something up from her house and James and I were still chilling in the basement.

I had pulled my bowl out and was packing it for us across the room from him in my usual spot beside the door, across from him, in an office chair. I had a skirt and sweater on, my hair falling over my glasses as I put everything away to sit back and light it. My eyes met his through the hit and I handed him the bowl.

We sat in silence for a while until we were relatively baked, then he stood up and came over to my chair to pick me up by the neck and put me on my knees. I was already shaking in anticipation before he even opened his mouth. “As much as I love fucking your face all the time, I really want to fuck your pussy.”

He pulled me up again and roughly tossed me against the door, lifting my skirt and holding my head to the glass while he unzipped his pants.

His cock was precisely against my pussy, right at the entrance, when I heard her car pull back in the driveway, and James ripped me away from the glass door by the hair.

James and I still message each other all the time. Before what happened this Friday night, I hadn’t seen him in person for a very long time (after Breanna found out I was sexting him). My plan next time I see him is to fuck him silly – I’m tired of waiting for it. And when that happens, finally, I’ll update you all freaks. Thanks for reading <3

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53u3d2/the_whole_story_of_how_i_began_to_be_my_best