The first time I hooked up with the boy who was obsessed with me [FM]

We ended up dating btw. This story is a little awkward though.

This guy was obsessed with me in college for about a year.

*I am not being dramatic or mean when I say this. He was admittedly obsessed with me and you’ll see why it got weird shortly.*

At the time I was not into anyone. I had been through a bad breakup and was digging freedom so I kept shutting down people every time we got close.

He was persistent AF though.

He texted me at least several times a week and basically out texted my attempts to ghost. He was super cool and I liked him a lot, but I did not even want to consider if we had a spark.

One time I was hanging in his room and he went to grab us sodas. We were studying and I mindlessly picked up his phone.

*I promise I wasn’t snooping. Mine had fallen into a lake the day before so I had been using his to look up definitions. This was back in the day when the internet was regularly unreliable.*

I scrolled to his photos thinking I’d find something amusing…

*Maybe I was snooping. He was a frat boy and I assumed he’d have photos of other girls.*

…and instead found a folder with photos of me copied from social media. Even weirder was that there were screenshots that had been zoomed in on certain parts of my body.

*Bro, am I about to get murdered?*

He came back and I just kind of awkwardly held up his phone so he could see the folder. I waited for him to explain.

“You went through my photos.”

“Yes.”

“That’s really invasive.”

I nodded. “Noted.”

TBF, there’s not much to say after that, but I was kind of expecting some sort of excuse. He had none. Finally I told him I wasn’t sure if I was flattered or terrified.

“Do you want leave?” He asked.

“I want an explanation.”

*My brain did not go to the obvious btw. For some reason I was afraid he might have a folder to make fun of my photos with his frat brother. I was feeling really offended*

“Ok… for months I went to your social media to jerk off. Finally I decided it was more prudent to create a folder.”

“…What?”

He looked like he was about to die and asked me not to make him repeat it.

“Do you keep folders of other girls?”

“No.”

“I’m supposed to believe that?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go through my phone again?” He was on the verge of tears. “I haven’t done it in forever. It was stupid.”

I gave a shrug. “I don’t know if it’s *that* bad. It’s a little jarring but like… I’ve gotten myself off by looking at someone’s social media before.”

He looked slightly relieved.

I continued. “Just… do you like show these to people? Is this like a weird dude thing where half your frat has seen a close up of my ass?”

“What? Of course not. Do you know how weird that would look.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine how weird that would be…”

Things were a little awkward after that.

He opened his mouth to apologize but I cut him off. “What do you think about?”

He looked confused. “What?”

“When you get off. What do you think about?”

“You.”

“No, I got that. What specifically?”

“Viola do we have to do this?”

“I’m curious! What do you think about?”

He sighed and covered his eyes with his hands. “I think about us having sex.”

“How?”

“It varies. Usually it’s some version of you bent over a table or giving me head. Sometimes I just think about you without a shirt and that will do it.”

“What do I say?”

He just groaned and looked to the ceiling.

“Dude seriously, I want to know what fantasy V is like in bed.”

“You usually beg me for it.”

“So in your fantasy I have no shirt on and I beg to suck you off?”

“It’s not funny.”

“How often do you do this?”

“I stopped like the fourth time you ghosted me.”

“How often did you do it?”

“Not that much.”

“Dude…”

“A few times weeks? Sometimes everyday if I have time.”

*Ok, perhaps I’m vain but this is a little flattering, right? Idk, it was endearing.*

I started unbuttoning my shirt very slowly and smiled when his eyes got wide. When I dropped it to the floor he physically went pale and looked sick.

When I unhooked my bra and let it drop his entire body language had changed and his breathing shifted.

“What the hell?”

I shrugged. “Is this usually how it goes?”

“What?”

“Is this usually what you imagine?”

He tried to speak but nothing audible was expelled from his mouth. Instead a series of “ums” and “uhs” escaped in between gasps.

I walked over to him and got on my knees. “Please let me suck you off. Please, *please* put it in my mouth.”

I have never seen anyone quite so tortured as he managed a nod.

“How is real V living up to fantasy V?” I joked.

He apparently was not in the mood to laugh. This poor man’s erection was about to bust through his seams. I unbuckled his belt with my teeth and very, very slowly unzipped his pants. When I pulled them down he was clutching the sides of his couch and staring at me with his mouth open.

“Can you look at me while you do it?” He managed to ask. His voice was strained and he was sweating up a storm.

I nodded as I lowered myself and took him in my mouth. His whole body jolted. He very awkwardly patted my head and mumbled something about how this wasn’t really happening.

I didn’t break eye contact as I did it, but he almost did. The look of pain on his face was so fucking satisfying as I moved my mouth up and down. I kept going like that for quite a while actually. If I sped up he’d put a hand in my hair and slow me back down. I assumed he just needed a slower buildup so I obliged and didn’t rush.

I stopped to swirl my tongue around his head and he asked me to stop as he shuddered.

“I… I’m trying not to come because I want this to last as long as possible.”

*Mother fucker.*

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off and I finally saw him smile. I think I smiled too before I reared back slightly before taking a breath so I could deep throat him. I stuck out my neck and went down so far I fit him all in my mouth. I went hard for about three seconds like that before I heard him mutter something distressing above.

I stopped momentarily. “What?”

“I said I don’t know where to come.”

“Oh… I swallow.”

*There are rare glimpses in life when you see someone experience absolute pure joy. A three year old on Christmas morning kind of joy. I will never forget the smile that crossed that man’s face when I said the words “I swallow.”*

I went back down and immediately felt his cum hit my mouth. The sound above me was a very awkward mix of agony and bliss as he pushed my head further down to take it.

I did indeed swallow as he awkwardly thanked me and sat back.

“I didn’t swallow in you fantasies?” I laughed as I wiped my mouth.

“I don’t think I ever got that far.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rw4qtg/the_first_time_i_hooked_up_with_the_boy_who_was