This was years ago when I was in between boyfriends.
James was part of the group of my group of friends I saw frequently. He was very sweet. I never viewed him sexually or romantically. I looked at him more as a brother or cousin if anything.
Our group had went to Myrtle Beach for two weeks. I had obligations that prevented me from going, and James was going to be moving to another state the following week so he wasn’t able to go either. With our friends gone, I didn’t anticipate seeing him.
Thursday afternoon James texted me out of the blue to see if I’d like to meet up anyway. I didn’t see any reason not to so I went. It was a little awkward at first as he wasn’t the most talkative person. After some drinks we both ended up having really great conversation, and I learned a lot about him. As the night wore on we both talked about the single life. It felt like I was talking to one on my girlfriends so I let my guard down. We discussed our sexual life and shared many details. James alluded to how his ex girlfriend from a year or so ago, who I never met, would give him a blowjob everyday. This was something he would bring up, making comments like “I just miss my daily blowjob”. This ended up leading to me admitting I enjoyed giving head. One would think there would be sexual tension building, but I simply didn’t feel it.
James then started suggesting that since I enjoyed giving head and he enjoyed receiving it, we should help each other out. I laughed it off but he kept bringing it up. He started to tell and sell me on it. Like we’d be carpooling or something. I eventually just said “Sure James..sounds like a plan..” and we both laughed. We moved on from that and ended up saying goodbye.
Saturday evening James texted me out of the blue and asked me what I was doing. I wasn’t doing anything so he asked if I’d help him pack for a couple hours and he’d get a pizza. I headed over and we helped him pack his kitchen up. We had some wine while having our pizza and James started to get quiet. I asked him what’s wrong and out of nowhere he says “I could really use that blowjob now.” And I laughed, thinking he joking. And then he followed up and said “I’m serious. I’m gone in a week. Let’s help each other out.” And I could tell that he meant it. I suddenly couldn’t find any words to speak. He then stood up and unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I looked away and was embarrassed and he say there just touching it. It was painfully quiet and I felt frozen.
I finally looked over and he was looking at me stroking his cock. My first thought was, it was beautiful. Above average length. Thick. And a really big head. I slowly got up and knelt between him without saying a word. I grabbed it and examined it. Slowly stroking it. I felt mesmerized. He didn’t say a word. I resolved that I was going to do it, but my mouth was completely dry. I told him I needed a drink. Both our glasses were empty and he just handed me the bottle. I took a big swig and put it on the floor and started to suck him.
I think the moment got to him because it was only 3 minutes before he announced he was going to cum. While it was hot, I didn’t get a chance to really get into it. So when he said it I stopped sucking him and stroked him and he came all over his shirt. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Needless to say it was painfully awkward when I came out. He was cleaning up and I said I needed to get going. We shared an awkward hug and he said thank you.
I couldn’t sleep when I got home. I couldn’t believe this happened and tried working through what the hell happened. James must have been awake too because I received a text from him late at night. He simply said. “6 more to go. 8pm tomorrow?“ Before I could work it out and come to my senses, I replied “That works.”
I decided that, this was happening, and I might as well go with it. He had a point after all. And I really got into the whole naughtiness of it. I showed up the next day and we skipped the small talk. He sat in his chair and I got between them and took it out and sucked him off.
Each night he would text me a time for the next day and we would work it out. It never went further then a blowjob, although I did start fingering myself after the 4th day. When he finally left. He thanked me again and asked if we could pretend it never happened. I look at it as friends who helped each other out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xfs82s/f_gave_blowjob_to_friend_everyday_for_a_week
I’m sorry, I think he was a manipulative dick and used you. Don’t tell anybody? Is he really a friend?