I used to let anyone who expressed interest fuck me, despite the fact I wasn’t actually enjoying myself. Being desperate combined with low self esteem will have that effect. Long story short, I met my girlfriend, who showed me how to have enjoyable sex. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t hating myself after the deed. It was very liberating. Since then I learned to be more careful when deciding on who to have sex with. I suppose you could call me picky. In reality, I’m just trying to avoid the chasers and the creeps. And so I was swiping on Grindr one day when I got a message from a profile called “bi top.” I figured why not, bi guys are often good in bed (accepting at the very least), and I wasn’t planning on fucking anyway. I asked for a pic to make sure he was real, and then told him I was only interested in swapping head. I had been craving a mouth on my cock (and a cock in my mouth) for months, as this wonderful pandemic has kept me thousands of miles away from my partner.
He was happy with the agreement, and we decided to meet up that night. I should clarify that I live in a semi-rural area, and I have been keeping close eyes on the covid numbers in my county. They have stayed minute. I drove over to his place and knocked on the door. I was nervous, even though I’ve done this same thing and plenty worse in the past. He opened his door and we saw each other in person for the first time.
He was shorter than me, maybe 5’10, “with plentiful facial hair, but not enough to make him look older than he was. His profile said he was 23, so I’m just gonna believe it. He was pretty skinny, which is just my type. As for me, I’m 6’3” with long brown hair and D-cups, which look fairly small on my long frame. I’m 20 and I’ve been on hormones for nearly 2 years, they’ve given me a truly fantastic ass, better than anything I could have dreamed of. You can also look at my profile, I’ve posted plenty of nudes. Whatever, I’m an attention whore.
He led me into his tiny apartment as we exchanged hello’s, not sure what to talk about. I introduced myself, telling him my name, and he told me his. I’ll call him Hans for the sake of this story. We sat down on his bed and I got my first kiss in 3 months. I melted into his mouth as he gently bit my lip, and I could feel my built up sexual frustration start to release. I quickly moved to straddle him, whipping off my tank top and exposing my perky tits. We continued to kiss for a bit before he took his shirt off, and I began to kiss down his chest. I relished his moans as my tongue trailed down past his collar, stopping briefly to suck on his left nipple. I let myself kneel off the side of the bed between his legs. I continued downward, tonguing his stomach and pelvis as I pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang out, and I began my technique. Beginning by licking the underside of his shaft, I wetted it to make it go down smoother. I love making out with dicks, especially when the dick wielder is into it, and he definitely was. I looked him in the eyes as I french kissed his dick and he moaned, evidently enjoying the view. I took his balls into my mouth and swirled them around as I jerked him off, then moved to the tip. I sank my way down, enveloping him down to the base. As far as I could tell he was maybe 6 inches long, which is perfect for blowjobs since I could take all of him and only gag a little.
I barely blew him for 5 minutes before he said “I want to make you feel good as well.” My heart fluttered, most guys don’t want to go down on me. I sat back up on the bed, and he moved my to my back, then proceeded to take my shorts and panties off, exposing my hard cock. He began to blow me, and I was instantly in ecstacy. He was the first person I had been with who was able to take my whole cock, and I shuddered in orgasmic bliss as he did. He proceeded to give me the sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever gotten. I moaned the entire time. I’m very vocal during sex, to the point where most people tell me to quiet down. Not Hans. He relished my moans, and he took notice of the actions that caused me to make the most noise, making sure to repeat them.
Eventually I pulled him up towards me, kissing him and cupping his face in gratitude. He began frotting us, and we moaned into each other’s mouths. It was about 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and we were drenched in sweat, but neither of us cared. It was good lubricant, making both of us slippery. We went back and forth giving head before I eventually had to go, as I was crunched for time.
I came back the next night (Yesterday) and the ritual repeated. I blew him, and he blew my mind and my dick at the same time. This time though, as he blew me, I asked him to finger me, and he slid his finger into my ass. He didn’t need lube, the sweat from our bodies was enough. He began jerking and fingering me at the same time, and my stomach filled with that magical feeling, the pure electricity you feel while being anally stimulated. I felt my pleasure climb as I began to scream, moaning and calling out in pleasure as he spread pleasure through my body. I felt an orgasm come and go, riding through as he continued to pound me with his finger. (Side note, I can orgasm but I can’t really cum, so it’s not very obvious when I climax). Hans of course didn’t notice, and continued to finger fuck me through my orgasm and into another. And another. Eventually his hand got tired and he fell on top of my, kissing me deeply as my legs wrapped around his back. I felt the tip of his cock against my anus and we humped each other, the small amount of stimulation driving me crazy. All of a sudden I needed his dick. The words cam out before I even realized I was saying them.
“Do you have a condom?” He slowed for a second, then replied.
“Yes.”
I leaned into his ear, and whispered in my most seductive voice:
“Will you please fuck me?”
“Yes.” He got up and walked to his dresser as I rolled onto my stomach and raised my ass into the air. I shook it back and forth for him as he spat on his cock, then my hole. He pushed himself in like it was nothing, and then he fucked me. Usually I need to prep for anal, but tonight was different. I wanted his cock, and I took it with no issue. Like a cis girl. I’m still enjoying the pride I felt from that.He was slow at first, until I asked him to spank me, and then he sped up. He pushed my back down into the mattress as he fucked my ass. He laid down on my completely and fucked me prone bone before I flipped over and put my legs around his shoulders. He fucked me fast and hard, but now he was looking into my eyes, and that pushed me into another orgasm. He rolled off of me, exhausted, and we basked and kissed in the afterglow.
I had to leave again, and so I pulled myself away, making sure he knew I wanted to do this a third time. Turns out I left an earring there so I have to go back no matter what. Next time I think I’ll ride him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hfh3jv/casual_comfortable_and_actually_fun_tm