It’s always the season for teasing [FM]

This isn’t the most riveting story in the world but I just read three annoyingly unrealistic stories on here in a row so I thought why not add my real one even if it’s mundane and a bit prose-y.

This is a few years ago when I was 18, maybe 19, and I had a fuckbuddy I saw about once a week at his apartment. I was the kind of effortlessly skinny you get to be when you’re that age and have the genes for it, a short hourglass figure with boobs that were just large enough to comfortably cup with your hands. He was a carpenter, slim and tall with big hands and a big dick to match.

I would usually come over after dinner, we’d fuck twice in the evening and once or twice in the morning and then I’d be off. Over time I’m pretty sure we both developed feelings but I didn’t see a relationship working out (different values) and if he did he never made it explicit enough for me to act on.

This was, I think, a late morning in December- who knows the actual time of day, it was slightly chilly and quite grey but that’s par for the course during the colder months. We were lounging around on the bed naked, I think I was sat there reading something on my phone and I have zero recollection of what he was doing, but I know we had Christmas music playing in the background. I was absent-mindedly running my free hand over his body, more and more of my attention being pulled towards the little reactions he had when i ghosted over somewhere particularly ticklish. I noticed he was at half-mast and after exploring his thighs for a little longer I started lightly tracing my finger over his dick. I heard him draw in a breath and release it slowly, and really at this point I was only still holding my phone because i didnt want to turn my body to place it on the window sill.

I continued playing with him, watching his dick stiffen and spasm, until I had worked him up enough that there were a few drops of precum pooling on his stomach, with more still threatening to drip down. I took away my hand and pretended to get back to my reading, unable to hide a smirk.

He only mumbled a quick “No, sorry,” before getting up to kneel in front of me and wasting no time pushing himself into my mouth. I was slightly surprised by his boldness but very pleased with where this was going, I juuust had to pull back for a second so I could wet my lips. He groaned in displeasure when I pulled away but I managed to turn it into a moan when I got back to the task at hand. Plus, now that I had finally dropped my phone, I could give some attention to his balls as well.

I honestly didn’t do a lot of work, mostly he was fucking my mouth and I remember Jingle Bells coming on as the next song and trying not to laugh about it. Even so, I am only Decent to Okay at controlling my gag reflex and I think he didn’t wanna hold back anymore. He pulled me down further onto the bed and immediately wet two fingers to check if I still needed some warming up or if I was ready to go (it was absolutely the latter). After one last swipe along my slit he lined himself up and pushed deep into my pussy. Like I said earlier, he was big, and I could never *not* let out a deep moan when it happened.

He fucked me like that for a while, alternating between kissing my legs when he had them slung over his shoulders and kissing my neck when he didn’t. I have the good luck of being able to come from penetration and quite quickly too, so it wasn’t long before I was shaking through my own orgasm. Always the gentleman, letting me get mine first even though I teased him for so long.

He flipped me over and put my legs together, his preferred position to end things on. While he was holding my waist and pounding me into the bed, I put my little bit of remaining energy into providing as tight a squeeze as I could manage. He roughly pushed into me for a last few deep strokes before finally coming inside me and resting his head against my back, breathing heavily from the effort.

As I was getting up to get cleaned up I realised the music had stopped at some point as well, and I told him about not trying to laugh about it earlier on. He just grinned and asked if I didn’t think it was festive, then? And I guess if I’m still thinking about it years later, maybe it *was* sort of a gift 🤭

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yegvur/its_always_the_season_for_teasing_fm