I went through a fun phase once that led to some of my best stories. During that time I lived with a dude briefly in an obscure country and the two of us fucked his best friend.
Before all that went down though, my boyfriend got so fucking weird when I met his bestie. I kind of forgot about this dynamic before I wrote about us the other day.
*I wrote about this briefly before and condensed some of the story, but I actually think it’s worth telling in full because it’s weird AF.*
For days before his arrival my boyfriend kept warning me that they were a little “weird” together. He was very worried I might get jealous because they were really close.
*Again I’m fairly certain the two of them had fucked before. I never asked.*
His best friend is LOVELY. We get along from the moment we meet each other and he makes me laugh for an hour straight. He also does this amazing impression of my boyfriend which sends me spiraling. The more we get along the more my boyfriend starts sulking.
*Yeah, he was weirdly possessive and moody AF.*
We all go out to dinner and his best friend and I learn we have very similar political beliefs and the same taste in books. We’re also both extremely passionate about this certain issue we start discussing in detail. It’s honestly not even that we have sexual tension… even though he is very attractive. We just get along really well.
It’s easy.
*Sighs in toxic relationship.*
My boyfriend just gets up and disappears without warning. His best friend rolls his eyes. “Do you want to go get him or should I?”
I reluctantly volunteer and find him sulking by the bathrooms.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just felt like I was interrupting y’all’s conversation.”
“Do you like… want to spend time alone so you two can catch up or something?”
“We should fuck really fast in the bathroom.”
No. Hard limit. We are not in a country where that is ok or worth the risk.
“Have you actually lost your mind?” I ask before realization hits. “You’re jealous.”
“No.”
“You’re actually jealous right now?”
“No!”
“You want to fuck me because you’re jealous I’m getting along with your friend.”
“Maybe I just want to fuck.”
“Is that why you’re sulking?”
“Ok V, fuck off.”
“Hey! I grab his arm. You realize I’m sleeping in your bed tonight, right?”
He pins me against the wall. “Yes, I realize that and you’re going to fuck me however I want.”
*Uggg, I loved it when he got mad.*
“Jesus, dude.”
“Give me your underwear.”
“Really?”
“Now.” I pushed up my skirt and pulled my underwear down. He grabbed them from me and put them in his pocket. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Did you get wet saying that?”
“Yes, asshole.”
He kissed me deeply then in a way that made me actually consider fucking him in the bathroom, but the rational side of my brain took over. I will say, every day that week when we went out, at some point I just handed over my underwear before he started sulking.
He was in better spirits after that and even let us continue our political talk. However, on the way back my boyfriend gets moody again.
“How’s your girlfriend, btw?” He asks Best Friend.
*Oh yeah… I failed to write about that in my previous stories. Best Friend had a girlfriend.*
“She’s fine,” Best Friend answers.
“Is she fine with you staying with another woman in a foreign country?”
“…Are you talking about V? The woman you’re dating? Yeah, I think she’s cool with it.”
*She was not cool with other things that happened later.*
“I’m just saying, I would not be ok with that.”
“Jesus dude, I have a pullout couch,” I say. “There is nothing nefarious about it. It was your fucking idea.”
“You’re being a child btw,” his best friend says.
*I’m about to break the fourth wall because I’m doing this intentionally btw. I’ve had a lot of folks ask me why I didn’t end up with this dude because our sex stories are amazing and we cared deeply about each other. He had issues. TBF, we both had issues, and would just fuck each other instead of go to therapy. While I often drop y’all into short scenes of my life when we were at our best, this was the reality of our relationship.*
At this moment I am genuinely afraid my boyfriend is about to punch him. Why do I say this? He often punches people. I just take his hand and try to bring him back to reality, but he just isn’t handling the situation very well. I’m losing him.
*Also… the two of us hadn’t fucked in like over 12 hours. He gets crazy without sex.*
I finally put a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, are you ok?”
He grabs my hand and calms down. “Yes, sorry.”
When we get home I don’t even have to say anything or explain, I just pull him into the bedroom and he immediately bends me over and fucks me so hard I cry out at his first few thrusts. He pushes my head into the mattress and I almost have to safe word him he goes so hard. He comes in like twenty seconds and then we both fall to the floor.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” I say.
“Oh V, so many things.”
“Do you think I’m about to fuck your friend? Honestly?”
“It’s not about that.”
“What’s it about?”
“Y’all just got along and it looked… easy. I’m so fucked up sometimes.”
*He was not easy. It was ALWAYS hard.*
I finally just smiled at him. “You’re fucked up all the time, bro. That’s something we have in common. Now go down on me before I make you sleep on the couch with your friend.”
He crawled towards me and spread my legs as he moved to start licking me. I wrapped one leg around his head and grabbed his hand and put it on my breast. He licked me a few times with long strokes of his tongue before he sped up and started fingering me.
“Describe it,” he said in between licks.
“You’re amazing with your tongue. It feels like my head is spinning and I want you inside of me so bad. I’m going to come…”
I climax quickly and bury his head into me while I moan.
“Your poor friend,” I breathe.
“What? Why?”
“We’re not exactly quiet.”
He grabs me and flips me on all fours as he sits up behind me. “Good. I want him to hear,” he groans as he grabs my hips and slams into me. I moan and he slaps my ass and tells me to moan louder. I finally scream his name and he comes.
As we’re lying in the floor cuddling he laughs. “I’m an idiot.”
“You are.”
“Hey V? Can I ask you something?”
“Yes…”
“Would you ever have a threesome with two men?”
I smile at him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u54wyj/youre_fucked_up_all_the_time_fm
Did he eat out his creampie?? That’s so hot
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> He was not easy. It was ALWAYS hard.
Sure IT was *zing* but tbh this statement does seem to represent your relationship together as a whole.
*Meanwhile outside the bedroom*
Best friend: “YASSS bestie! Go get it! But where’s the bathroom again, I gotta pee.”
You just keep building your universe and I’m all for it! Cheers to you Ms. 1/2 of Eskimo Sisters! Lmao
what a fucking rollercoaster haha.
So, after handing him your undies all week, did you get them back?
I’m always impressed by the amount of your past you’re willing to talk about. It would be *really* easy for you to only show the highlights and then just vaguely say “yeah we didn’t work out” and let people wonder why but you’ve steadfastly refused to do that and that’s pretty dang admirable.
Also I relate strongly to getting crazy without sex 😵💫😵💫 adding progesterone to my HRT regimen made my already hypersexual self _even more_ hypersexual and it can get rough (I’m very glad for my coping mechanisms for it, as well as my headmates’ ability to calm me down cause _by the gods_ I would be a fn wreck otherwise)