I was encouraged by many to write a few stories here so here it goes my first. This was 5 years ago, so I was 22.
I dated a guy for 4 1/2 years, starting the end of our junior year of high school. I still think he’s my soulmate. We dated throughout our first three years of college, which was easy because we went to separate colleges in the same city. And lived together. We both came from Chinese-American backgrounds, and it felt effortless. Except the sex. And it got worse the further we got into college, and the more schoolwork he carried on. He became very insecure of the guys that would leave me messages on FB and IG.
One of the guys on our college water polo team had seen me and chatted me up in the dining hall several times. I was never with my BF when he’d approach me. He slid into my DMs and we ended up flirting for about a month. He was gorgeous; tall, huge shoulders, swimmer’s body. He told me he had a large penis but I always changed the subject until he sent me a dick pic. And he wasn’t lying.
My BF must’ve suspected something because out of the blue one day he said that he had to help his dad clear out his garage and that he would spend the night and come home in the morning. Perfect opportunity to go hang out with Mr. Water Polo.
So we hung out. He came over. We watched Gossip Girl and then started making out and moved over to our bed. I didn’t know at the time, but my BF was under the bed the entire time. Listening. He crept out from under two hours later after I walked back out to Mr. Water Polo’s car. I almost had a heart attack when I came back inside and saw him sitting on the couch crying and about to pull out his hair. I had ruined him. What makes it worse is that I was never adventurous with him, and exhibited an entire different side with Mr. Water Polo.
So the juicy stuff? Well, my BF and I rehashed the details so many times over a million arguments. So I’ll just recite a few what he told me he heard from under the bed:
“I think I’m a size queen.”
“My God you have like an eight-pack.”
“Oh, you wanna fuck my face? Hold my hair, please.”
“Fuck your pussy tastes like heaven.”
“Love it when you smack your lips after sucking my balls.”
“FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME”
“I wanna suck your dick again.”
“I’ve never had a dick this big.”
“I wanna see how far you can deepthroat me.”
“Am I fucked up that I like hearing you gag?”
“Whatever, I just need you deep inside me.” (Concerning not having a condom)
I can’t imagine how traumatizing that must’ve been for my boyfriend to hear that. The creaking of the mattress. The sucking and spitting and saliva and bubbles. The moans and laughter of joy. I tried to reconcile so many times, and it never ended up working out. Our lives went two different directions completely about two months after moving out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ikcrd5/my_boyfriend_was_hiding_under_our_bed_while_i_f27
You don’t deserve him, especially after what you did. If he really was your soulmate, you never would have done it in the first place.
i don’t wanna sound like an asshole but this would’ve completely broken me. if you guys put in the effort and wanted to, then the relationship still could’ve worked. sexual incompatibility is a problem that couples can solve with the right tools. reading this made me sad instead of horny honestly
As a Chinese American myself, I always remember to never do things in life that will hurt others including myself. Also I always made sure to never do anything that would make me regret forever. I hope your boyfriend gets over you soon and be happy. I also hope you take this as a valuable lesson.
I am going through a breakup…. ?fuck my life
We’re all young and dumb at some point in our lives, and its not like your boyfriend didn’t invite some of that trauma in by being the voluntary and unknowing third wheel. I was once on the receiving end of something similar (walked in on the act), and it frankly changed me in many positive ways after I got over the initial and brutal heartache. Thanks for sharing! ???
There is no sense in continuing to punish yourself. You need to forgive yourself. He moved on and so should you. What’s done is done. It’s important that you let go and try to treat yourself well from now on.
How long did you talk to him while you were flirting with the athlete? Did you guys ever talk about confessing if you ever had a crush with someone else?
Congratulations, you’re despicable. I know guys that blew their fucking heads off for less, you’re just lucky someone’s death isn’t lying on your damn conscience.