My roommate was a cuck. And his gf lifted me up out of dark times [MF]

This happened a long time ago, 19 years ago to be exact, in what I believe is the event that started to end a very dark part of my life. By the way, English is my second language, and while I have been speaking it consistently over the last 20ish years, this is the first time I’m writing anything longer in it, so please try and laugh off any grammatical errors. Also, I’ll provide some background information on myself, to bore you guys before I get into the good parts, but also so you can see my fragile state when this happened.

It was August of 2001, I was 21, and had just moved to Canada, Toronto to be exact. I hadn’t come because I wanted to, but because I desperately needed to change my surroundings, too many bad memories, and too much negativity. I’m from a war-torn Eastern European country, I saw, with my own two eyes, too many things I wish I never had, though I can’t say I suffered from PTSD, I did suffer a very major personal loss, one I wish on no one. I luckily, was an electrician, and managed to obtain papers for Canada, I spoke next to no English when I arrived.

I had set up a couple of interviews and found a job pretty much right off the plane, with people from my home country. They also set me up with an apartment. It’s really hard to rent when you have no credit, and very little cash. So, you can imagine the living conditions I was put up in. I was sharing a small (25 square metre – by the way, I, like a true Canadian, tend to flip flop between imperial and metric), apartment in downtown Toronto, in a run down area to say the least. Yes, even compared to my home country which had just gone through war.

I was rooming with a Chinese guy. He was nice enough, but with how little English I spoke, I didn’t get to know him right away. I spent 12 hours a day at work, went home, showered, and drank myself to sleep. Every single day. I worked in my field, and on weekends would work painting houses. The money in my account grew, but so did the hole in my soul. No friends, and no family left. The people I worked with considered themselves “big patriots” and just wanted to hear war stories that glorified our country. I had no interest in sharing any of that, and no one asked me if I had lost anyone, or even anything, in the wars. I didn’t want anything to do with them, but, I needed the job. Soon, the invites out stopped, and my only interaction with them was work. They only kept me on because, in spite of the fact I was constantly hammered, I did work well, and they had a token “veteran” in their crew. A few months pass like this.

My Chinese roommate was acclimating well, we started to communicate with each other more, and he taught me English on his own (I didn’t need to know any for work), he also drank quite a bit, so we had that in common. I came to enjoy his company. He also introduced me to his girlfriend. Now, bear in mind, up until I set foot in the airport, I had never seen an Asian in my life, well, not East Asian, I saw a few Arabs and Turks but that’s it.

She was a cute girl, long, thick, dark hair, thicker than I had ever seen on anyone that isn’t Asian, and I had only started seeing them recently. She had a nice round face, almost symmetrical, except one of her front teeth, which showed when she smiled, was a little crooked. Even a few light freckles sprinkled it. Whenever I did see her, she was wearing rather loose fitting clothes around our apartment, so I couldn’t judge her body much. She was nice enough, cordial with me, though I would usually just go to my own tiny room to give them privacy and drink myself to sleep. Let’s call her Monica.

This happened on a Monday, I remember specifically because I couldn’t buy any alcohol after I was done work that Sunday (the two stores that sold alcohol closed at 5) and I drank what I had left Sunday night, meaning I didn’t drink at all the next day. I stopped by the LCBO (liquor store in Ontario) on my way home and grabbed a bunch of beer and brandy.

I got home, no one was there, and Long (my roommate) was still going to be at work for three or four hours. I put the beer in the fridge, stripped in my room, and walked into the bathroom to shower. My plan was to shower, go to my bed, lay down naked with my brandy and a pack or two of Dunhills, and pass out. God, I was really pathetic.

I finished showering, toweled myself off, and opened the door. And I saw Monica there, sitting, she filmed me quickly with her eyes, I saw them go wide, after which we locked eyes before I came to my senses. Now, please bear in mind, for dialogue, I am speaking in a very thick Slavic accent, and she is speaking in a very thick Chinese accent. I’ve tried to mimic it a little in text, also because that is how I remember the conversation in my mind.

“Oh God! I am very sorry!” I said, cupping my manhood with my hand.

Her eyes slid back down, I had a huge bush at the time, I don’t think my hand covered it all.

“Oh no, not a problem,” she started to laugh a little “it’s a very pink.”

I was startled, smiled, grabbed the brandy on the coffee table, and walked to my bedroom.

“Oh, your butt is a very cute too!”

I heard her say. I responded with a quick thanks, feeling embarassed as fuck, and laid down on my bed, lighting a cigarette and and opening the brandy.

“Stanko…(my name)” I heard her from the other room, she opened my door, again, seeing me naked on my bed as I made an effort to get at least my dick under the sheets.

“Why you so sad?”

No one had asked me this, ever. In my home country, there was no reason to, everyone knew why. Here, people didn’t realize what mess I came from, even those from the same place as I, that came earlier. And no one had ever asked me for my own story. I felt a tear swell up in my eye, but fought it back. I took a gulp of my brandy.

“I….I not sad.”

“You are very sad, tell me, please,” she said to me, and sat down at the bottom of my bed, not taking her eyes off of mine, as I tried not to look at her.

“No, not important.”

“It is a very important, you should not feel sad.”

She laid down next to me, on top of the sheets though, facing me. Still not taking her eyes off of me.

“I do not think Long like.” I said, pointing to her and then myself.

“No, Long would a like it,” she said, very casually, as if though she were talking about a dish he likes, not her laying on a bed with a naked man, “why you sad?”

“You do not want know, I do not want talk.”

She gave a slight little nod. Then reached with her hand to lift the sheet covering my cock. I grabbed it, violently. It was all I had known for almost two years, and instinct took over. I twisted her hand behind her back, and screamed at her. A bit in my own language, before I realized she didn’t understand me.

“What fucking are you doing! Fucking whore! I go tell Long everything! Get out!” I pushed her out the bedroom door.

I got up, put underwear on and then pants. I went outside, screamed at her to get out. She was crying, a few odd words escaping her. Long knows, she would say, he likes.

I gathered myself, but was still upset.

“What?!”

She pulled out a Mandarin to English dictionary, and said the word. I looked at it, and looked at the same word in the dictionary into my own language.

Cuckold.

Welll, my language doesn’t translate it so well, at least in everyday talk, so I pulled out a real dictionary, and realized what she was talking about.

“Oh” followed by a bunch of swear words in my own language, “sorry. Are you okay?”

She nodded, still crying. I took her in my arms and hugged her, feeling her damp face on my bare chest. I hadn’t hugged a woman in over a year, it felt strange, and bad, but I wanted to comfort her. Instead, she pushed me away.

“You so sad! And you so angry! Why?!” She yelled at me, long pauses between each sentence, tears on her cheeks.

“Because…” I started, not even knowing how to start, but knowing I owe her an explanation now, after a few long moments, I answered “war.”

She came to me, and hugged me, a long hug, this one didn’t feel wrong, just comforting. A comfort I hadn’t felt in what felt like a lifetime.

I don’t know how long she held me for, a few minutes at least, it felt like an eternity. She took a step back and held my hand, again, another touch I hadn’t felt in over a year.

She had me by my bed, and stood looking up at me.

“You don’t tell me, okay. I make you feel good,” she took her little hands and ran them up and down my chest. I started to protest, but she put her forefinger on my mouth, shushing me, again said “I make you feel good.”

She unbuttoned my jeans and then my fly, pulling my pants down. She gave me a light push onto the bed, and dropped my underwear down to floor, before getting on her knees on the floor. She took my dick in her hands and started stroking it, as I sat up, looking at her between my legs, her focus entirely on my dick as it grew. I watched while she focused, as it grew to its full length, before she took my cock in her mouth. As I mentioned before, I had a full bush at this time, but it didn’t seem to bother her, as she sucked and licked my cock enthusiastically, going all the way down my stem, my bush covering my view of her mouth when she did, her looking up at me whenever she got a chance. She kept on going down on me for a while, sending pleasure through my cock and into the rest of my body, as I started to moan in pleasure, more and more.

She stopped and stood up, looking at me right in my eyes, she pulled her sweatshirt off and undid her bra. Her tits plopped down, they were a good size, not too big, but also not too small. And they were so much darker than I thought they could be, her nipples, fairly large, the diameter being about 2″, were dark brown colour, not pink, like the only ones I had known. She pulled her sweatpants and panties off next, showing me her thick bush, hair as dark as the night, looking very thick. She pulled a condom out of her purse, which was at the bottom of the bed, and rolled it onto me.

She got on top of me, slowly putting my dick inside her, her lips forming a shape I hadn’t seen yet on her face, just slightly parted. She started to ride me, I took my hands and cupped her tits, feeling her hard nipples beneath my fingers as she rode me, hearing the sound of her juices as my dick slid in and out of her. I reached with one hand between her legs, feeling her thick bush, but she took it away with her hand, pinning it behind my head.

“This. This is just for you.”

She kept riding me, when her hand let go of mine I put it on her ass. It was soft, full, much more full than I had thought. I squeezed it, then took my other hand and squeezed the other cheek. She kept riding me, leaning down on me, her tits against my chest. No kissing, but breathing hard onto my sweaty skin. I ran one hand up and down her back, barely moving aside from that. I was basically a tree. Before long, I finished. She slid off of my cock and laid down next to me, gasping for breath, though I don’t think she orgasmed.

She looked down at my cock, still in the condom.

“Oh, it’s been a long time. That’s not a good for health.”

I looked down, I had filled it up quite a bit. It was true, I didn’t even remember the last time I had jerked off, it might have even before I was in Canada, so months.

I grabbed a cigarette and lit up, then took a swig of the brandy.

And then I burst into tears, for the first time in many years. I let it it all out, sobbing uncontrollably, thanking her between sobs as she hugged me and tickled my chest.

PS

I realize this story may be too deep, and not actually erotic enough, but this seemed like the best sub to post it on. I had many events happen to me in my life, and this one in particular really changed my life (for the better). If anyone thinks there is a better sub please tell me, if it’s liked, I will post much more here, a lot of it is set, though a good deal is emotional really. Also, if my English isn’t good in any sections, tell me, it’s the only way I learn.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ffp3ts/my_roommate_was_a_cuck_and_his_gf_lifted_me_up