I shouldn’t be thinking about this story, let alone telling it. I’m in a relationship with a girl I love, but it’s been crossing my mind multiple times a day these past few weeks and I have to tell it. I should mention that everyone in this story including me is of legal age.
When I was younger, I had a big family and many friends. I lost my virginity to my sibling’s friend and when another friend found out, he began to flirt with me non stop. I guess he was sure he was gay and liked the small skinnier guys, which is me. He’d tell anyone who would listen, including me how he was going to “own” me and make me his “cum slut.” At this point in my life, I have exactly zero interest in guys, but I listened to him tell me these things all summer long.
Finally, at the end of the summer, we were having a party as we usually did at my house when my parents were gone. I had slept with a few different girls over the course of the summer and took it easy, just drinking and not trying to get laid, at this particular party. He helped me up the stairs to my room as I’d had a little too much. He laid me down on the bed and then undressed me, “in case you throw up on yourself” he said. Sure. I’d been drinking and had a big dumb smile on my face as I began to ramble on about the night and our lives and the people in them. He moved to close the door and as he returned to the bedside, just a few inches from me, he began to undress himself. I laughed and said, “we really doing this?” as he began to stroke himself. He said nothing, I laughed again and shrugged.
I was completely uninterested in getting him off. I’d reach up and stroke him for a second or two at a time as I continued to ramble on about any subject that crossed my mind. I get friendly and chatty when I drink but part of it was simply not being impressed. The only thing that attracted me in this situation was that he wanted me, and I’d never tried it before.
He sat me up so my face was just in front of his hard on. “Kiss it” he said. I did, just a peck, and fell back on the bed laughing. I continued to reach up and stroke him some, give him one little tiny kiss on the head of his dick every 20 seconds or so, completely aloof about it all. As I went for a kiss again, he grabbed my head and I let him put his head in my mouth. I took it out and still laughing and smiling continued to ramble.
He rolled me over, my knees on the ground and my upper body on the bed, and then he surprised me. He buried his face in between my cheeks. I have to admit, I really liked this. Committed to not being interested, I let out a giggle in place of what would’ve been a moan. He quickly flitted his tongue back and forth and around and over my hole. He bit my cheeks and grabbed at them, he rubbed them and kissed them. He kept saying things like, “you’re so into this” and “you’re so open for me” but I’d just giggle or say nothing. Then I felt him position himself behind me. “Uh, what are you doing” My cock is bigger, shouldn’t this be the other way around?”
He said nothing, just pushed himself inside of me. He began to pound, quick hard strokes, on my cheeks and inside of me. I just laid my head down and absorbed the experience. He said outrageous things like that he “owned” me now, I existed only to be his “cum dumpster”, pretty out there shit. He rolled me around into a few positions, I felt like he was playing with an action figure. I was on all fours, then we were standing, and then one I really didn’t care for, I was on my back and he was holding my knees up by my ears. It felt like he kept hitting a wall and it was not comfortable or pleasurable at all. I wondered if other guys he’d done had felt the same.
Finally he pulled me up on top of him and I guess I wasn’t moving good enough for him because he grabbed both my cheeks and began to thrust. I knew this move as I’d done it with some girls that summer and I let him go to town, just watching his face as he did. He finally came and I realized why he seemed more concerned with putting me into poses than actually having sex with me. It was only a minute or so of fast hard thrusting before he came. I don’t remember how long the entire experience lasted for.
The next morning, I woke up to him getting into my bed and spooning me. I looked at the bedside table and saw he’d gotten me a glass of water and 2 aspirin. I thought, just for a second, that he wasn’t such a bad guy… until I realized he was hard and moving his hands over my body. I told him I was sober, and that I wasn’t into guys anyway, but that I’d had fun and I thanked him for the experience. For some reason, thanking him seemed to take the wind out of his sails. He laid there as I took a drink with the aspirin and he returned to spooning me as I fell asleep.
What I did not know is that the parts of the experience that I enjoyed would begin to literally haunt me years later, practically forcing me into action after encountering a similar scenario… which is coming up in a few minutes in Pt. 2.
Thanks if you made it through the whole story. This is 100% true story as is Pt. 2 which I’m going to type and post right now.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p4hf9t/mm_when_i_finally_gave_in_and_what_happened_after
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Is this not borderline rape if not rape??
This was definitely rape.
Sounds like an abuse scenario
Dude, this was not ok
If you let a guy fuck your ass you are guy. Nothing wrong with that but just say you liked the cock
Is it rape if I consented? I’m surprised by these replies. I abhor rape, i don’t have a rape kink, I don’t encourage rape in any way shape or form… I’m really concerned right now.
If you weren’t interested and if you were intoxicated -which means that if you wanted to say no, maybe you couldn’t-, he took advantage of you in that state and this was rape. Maybe you don’t see it now and think that it was just something that happened, but I’d say that might be the trauma trying to supress the bad thought of it happening.
I don’t know what’s coming on part 2 and what impression this left on you, but imo this is not ok at all.