Hooked up with my Bumble guy who was determined that my roommate overhear everything, with pictures inside [FM]

EDIT: I just saw this was quite long. I don’t really want to take anything out since I had such a good time remembering everything as best as I could. I’m sorry for the extended read.

For background, his name is Mike. [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bke4zl/my_first_time_with_a_guy_from_bumble_fm/) is the story of when we first went out and later hooked up, how passionate and in the moment it was, and all that he did to me (and made me do). [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bq2knw/my_first_public_blowjob_fm/) is the story of a semi-public blowjob and him making me cum in a stairwell. Finally, [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c0ttwt/after_blowjob_hookup_with_younger_bumble_guy_who/) is the aftermath of that when we went back to my place and fucked.

Just some more background. Mike is a younger than me (I’m 26 and normally don’t swipe on guys more than a year younger than me) but had very attractive pictures on his Bumble profile. Usually, I find it kind of tacky when guys show off their abs or stomach but it was late, we matched, and I guess I was looking for something more superficial since I had been in a pretty long dry spell.

We had a great connection, physical stuff aside, so I was very happy with everything. But speaking of the physical, Mike also had by the far the largest penis I’ve ever seen, let alone handled. I’ve had other hookups with guys that are above average but I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around Mike and even using two hands, there was more than enough for my mouth to enjoy. That *never* happened before. So naturally when we did have sex and he wasn’t just big but really, *really* good with it, I bragged to my roommate. So you all know, we were friends since college and have lived together in apartments since we were juniors and we both moved to the city we live in together.

At the time, I was having somewhat boring dates where I’d go out maybe two or three times but never felt any spark or inspiration to keep it going. I didn’t really mind, though sine I was pretty comfortable with focusing on other parts of my life. Meanwhile, my roommate was definitely going on dates, hooking up, and would normally talk about everything if it was memorable (sometimes because it was good, sometimes because it was bad). Even though I was fine on my own, I was still pretty frustrated. So it was fun to be able to turn the tables on her a bit and have my own stories.

She knew he was big, and I did show her some of the pictures he’d send me when I would be bored at work. Even though we aren’t hooking up anymore, I told him that I posted about some of our more notable experiences and he enjoyed the response. A lot of people have asked for a picture of him. I won’t post his body, but I asked if I could post a picture of his more salacious bits and he [agreed to send me a snap](https://i.imgur.com/LfUuLIL.jpg). If anyone is curious, he says he’s around 8.5″ and I have no reason to think he’s lying. Here I am [again](https://i.imgur.com/t4mjCmM.jpg).

So when we first went back to my place, like I said in the last story, obviously my roommate knew what was up. Mike enjoyed that she immediately went to her room. I apologized to her the next morning after he left and I told her it was safe to come out of her room. She didn’t really seem to mind and found it more funny than anything since I’m usually more reserved and had only brought back one or two guys in the past few months. She mentioned that it sounded like we were having a good time and that kind of broke the ice around it being awkward. I told her what had happened when we were at the bar, how he made me cum really hard in the stairwell and how I blew him and he came on my stomach under my dress. She laughed and said she was happy I had a good night which was a relief. I told Mike later on that she overheard us having sex, and that I would sometimes show him off when we’d be sitting around.

This got Mike going quite a bit. It got to where he would text me every now and then about how he was going fuck me so good next week and make sure that I was loud enough that my roommate would be jealous. I’m not going to lie, it was a huge, huge turn on to have someone make me cum so hard, so many times, to be so dominant, and to know that my roommate not only knew about it from us talking, but to know that she heard it happen in all of its details.

So on Thursday night, when Mike and I were making plans for Friday, he told me he had something in mind and suggested drinks near me.

I’ll spare the details but our hands were all over each other all night until we again stumbled into my place. I texted my roommate to give her a heads up and she said she would just be in her room and not to worry. I barely got my shoes off when Mike pushed me down onto the couch in the living room and had his hands working all over me. I felt his fingertips trace down my neck, my chest, my sides, and my hips while he was kissing me. I was doing everything I could not to moan while I tried to rub his cock through his jeans.

And then out of nowhere, he slapped me.

It wasn’t just a small slap. It was loud enough that you could definitely hear it. I couldn’t help it but I moaned and whimpered. He didn’t even whisper when he said, “You need to beg me before you get to touch me.”

I must have been dripping wet at this point because he plunged his fingers deep into me and then curled them up against my g-spot. All I can really remember was saying “Please,” over and over again while his hand slammed into my pussy.

“Please, what?”

His fingers were massaging my g-spot hard. There was no mistaking how wet I was, how good he was at using my pussy.

“Please, let me have your cock. I need it, please.”

But instead he choked me, which I loved, and moaned, “Not until you cum for me.”

He could feel me getting closer and my hips kept on rising quicker and quicker, but he held his fingers inside of when I looked like I was going to whimper, he made me ask to cum. So instead of begging for his cock, instead of telling him how much I needed him to fuck me, he made me plead for the luxury of cumming. He decided I wasn’t asking loud enough because he slapped me again, grabbed my breasts hard, and told me that I better fucking ask the right way.

It must have sounded like I was crying because as soon as the word “Please” left my lips, he made me cum, and fuck I came hard. I don’t know how long it was, but when I finally started to come down and stopped shuddering, the floor was soaked. But before I could catch my breath, he had his cock out, already hard and glistening with precum, parting my lips, letting me suck on the head.

I’m not a size queen. I like penises of all shapes, sizes, and color. I usually never cum from sex but I’ve had pleasurable and fun times with different people, and that’s the key, the person actually attached to the penis. But I will say, size is nice to look at, nice to hold, and it’s nice to have the sensation of something bigger in my mouth. I think I’m pretty good at giving head, and Mike agreed, but I could never take him all the way.

Still, I gave him the most appreciative, sloppy blowjob I think I’d ever given in my life. It sounded like a porn movie and I kept on whispering to him about how big his cock was, how thick it was, and once in a while I would let him gag me. He was loving it and eventually had to sit down on the couch instead of standing in front of me. I made sure to lick him from the base of his penis all the way on the bottom until I reached the tip and took him in as far I could. I’d repeat this and work the rest with my hands, focusing hard on every part of his penis until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I begged him to let me get on top.

“Please, I need it.”

I started to climb him and he didn’t oppose me, but I kept it up.

“Please baby, I need your cock inside of me so bad.”

I held the head of his dick against my pussy, letting it barely part my lips and rub against my clit.

“I need you to fill me up and fuck me deep.”

And when I said deep, I drew it out because I started to press down on his dick.

“I want it all the way.”

It would always take a little time before I could take all of him, especially if I was on top or if he was behind.

“Please baby, please. You’re so. Fucking. Big.”

I started to pick up a rhythm when I finally got him all the way in. He normally made sex about my pleasure and his dominance, which usually got him off. But this time I wanted to be in control, at least for a little bit. I could already feel myself getting ready to cum again so I leaned forward to make sure I could grind my clit against him.

“Yes, just like that. You’re going to make me cum again so fast. Fuck.”

And again, I came. I could feel every part of my pussy clenching down on him, trying to push him out, but he kept himself inside of me.

Now he started to fuck me from the bottom, thrusting into me, letting his skin slap against me. I was moaning and whimpering each time, and he was grunting too. At some point, he pushed me down until I had my legs up and he was digging in deep. I don’t know what part of my pussy he would be hitting, but he could always make me dripping wet like that. I came again, hard, telling him how good his cock felt inside of me.

I could sense that he himself was getting close too and I made to turn over so he could fuck me from behind. He grabbed my hair and pressed deep inside of me, pulling out until he was almost completely out of me, and then pressing back in until he was going faster and harder. He started spanking me, again without any care for the noise we were making, and I had to keep my face buried in the cushions.

I guess he felt that I must have been getting quiet because he let go of my hair, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up so that his face was right behind mine.

“Do you want to cum again.”

I think I choked out a small little yes which didn’t satisfy him because he slapped my ass again and choked me harder.

“I said, do you want to cum again?”

He drew out every single word and I moaned yes, please.

There was absolutely no holding back then. He fucked me hard, deep, and fast. I was begging him to cum, please cum.

“Where do you want it?”

I told him to cum inside me. Cum inside my pussy.

“You’re a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

I told him yes, I was his slut, my pussy was his.

“I’m going to cum.”

I told him I needed it, I needed him to cum inside my pussy, to cum deep inside me, please, I’m getting close, I need it.

And right as he came, each thrust short and deep, I came too.

He put his t-shirt under me so that his cum wouldn’t leak on the couch when he pulled out, but we didn’t realize how wet I was or how much of a mess I made each time he made me cum. He was very sweet about it and we got a sheet from my bedroom to use as a couch cover after we cleaned up as best we could. The next day we Amazon Primed an actual cover since I think there was no hiding the massive wet spot.

It’s also needless to say that my roommate heard everything. Mike and I didn’t get up until around 11:00 the next morning and my roommate had already left for brunch but there were about two dozen texts in my phone that started off with amusement, then just sheer awe at what was then happening. She said something like, “I didn’t know someone could cum like that in real life,” and “How good is his dick holy shit,” and “What the fuck happened to the couch” with the water emoji. I apologized profusely for keeping her up and told her we had ordered a couch cover for same day delivery. She reassured me that everything was cool and that it just sounded really, really intense. I told her that it was.

The next time she brought home a date, she made it a point to put on a show from her room and I’m just grateful that it never became awkward between us. I told her that for the next few dates I’d give her a break and go back to Mike’s place, but we never actually went out more than a few times after so I never brought him back to my apartment again.

It’s been a while now since Mike and I last hooked up, which I’ll write up if people are interested, but I have gone on a few dates since then which wasn’t the case during my first story. I’m just grateful that he was very considerate about everything, even though it’s kind of not okay to just fuck someone in their shared living room, and that my roommate was totally understanding and had no issues reverting back to some of the worst parts of college living again.

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