First and only BBC [FM]

I was 27 at the time when I met Dylan at the gym. He was an amazingly hot muscular jock. He was at the gym pretty much every time I was there and we caught each other’s glances often.

He always hit on me, I always rejected his advances. Mostly because I was shy. I was the shy, nerdy girl, not used to that kind of attention, especially from a guy that attractive. Besides, I had a long distance boyfriend at the time (which wasn’t really working out – shocker).

I started opening up to Dylan more over time and we got very comfortable chatting with each other. We always had a flirty back and forth kind of quippy vibe, but at the same time he always seemed to keep things cool and not pushy or creepy. It made me comfortable enough to open up to him about my waning relationship. He was a good listener and always had great advice.
He started to saturate my naughty private time. “What would it be like to fuck Dylan?”, I often wondered.

I knew from talking to him that he didn’t have a girlfriend, but he had “girl friends”. I was also pretty sure he wouldn’t reject my advances if I just went for it. Finally, after one of my workouts when we were chatting, I worked up the nerve to invite him back to my place. I could tell just by the way he responded that he knew what that meant.

It was go time the second we got in the door to my apartment. We made out in my living room standing up, hands all over each other, clothing coming off piece by piece. I slowly dragged him into. I could tell just from fondling him that he was huge – which was completely unsurprising to me given that everything about him was so perfect. We finally made our way to the bedroom and he pushed me to the bed on my back.

The first thrust in was like a bombshell. I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. It was like being a virgin again. He reached so much further inside of me than anyone else had, and it felt amazing. I remember a warm feeling gathering inside of my stomach like a ball – growing outward. Slowly at first, but quickly building up to a leg trembling orgasm.

Dylan didn’t even seem to notice. His thrusts continued in rhythm, slamming inside of me again and again. I had to ask him to slow down for a second because everything was becoming so overwhelming. I caught my breath for a few seconds, giggled, and turned over on my hands and knees. I knew I was in for quite the ride.

I don’t know how long we had sex for. You know how sometimes when you’re really turned on and wet and your body starts making sex noises? Like the embarrassing sucking, popping, and smacking noises? Normally those kind of turn me off and make me self conscious. With Dylan, it’s like he reached inside of me and flicked some kind of primal switch that turned my entire body into a beautiful sex organ. My pussy was so wet I was nearly squirting all over the bed. I know I wasn’t squirting though, not like they do in porn, more like a faucet thats turned turned on the lowest possible setting for there to be a steady stream. I can’t remember how many times I came but it wasn’t less than four times.

After a while it was like every part of my body was aching. He was pumping away inside of me and it felt so good, but at the same time every part of me was worn out. Dylan wasn’t yet though. I hung on as his pace quickened, until I could finally hear the grunts of his oncoming orgasm. He came into me and it’s like a second, sudden and unexpected bombshell went off in me. As I could feel his cum squirt out deeper into me than any man ever had (or has to this day) it’s like my body’s only way to express gratitude for such an amazing feeling was to deliver an immediate and final orgasm.

I was nearly delirious after the experience; I remember flopping down on to my bed on my stomach, with juices just flowing out of me. I woke up an hour later and Dylan was gone. He left a note on my kitchen counter to tell me that I had passed completely out and he had to go to work soon, and that he’d taken a diet coke out of my fridge but he’d pay me back next time he saw me at the gym. That made me laugh.

My bed sheets were completely ruined. Not even washable. Apparently Dylan had stretched me out so much I had bled a bit, and mixed with everything else (yuck, sorry, I know) my sheets were pretty much hazardous material.

I ended up meeting with Dylan every once in a while until I got married several years later. We never really dated and it was always clear what the intent of our relationship was. I miss that. It’s something I’ll definitely never forget.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/641ooe/first_and_only_bbc_fm