Last year I ended a ten-year relationship and started enjoying myself. Very entertaining. Since then, I’ve been trying to make up for lost time in the sex department.
One of my male friends also became single around the time I embarked on my new adventure. Despite the fact that we were both firmly friend zoned at the time, we decided to keep in touch about navigating the dating scene and have fun as single people by talking about our experiences regularly.
At first, he was hesitant, but I dove right in. What a cinch Tinder makes of meeting people. I averaged two “dates” per week, which mainly consisted of hookups over alcoholic beverages. To this day, I’m still enjoying myself immensely as I learn more about the incredible potential of casual sex.
Not everything was going so well for him. He’s a good-looking guy, but I imagine men on Tinder have it much more difficult than women because he was only getting about one date for every five or so that I did. And he was most certainly not winning at all of them.
We had a catchup conversation after some time had passed, and he let me know he was having a rough time of it. He was glad that I was having so much fun, but he also admitted to being envious of how simple everything seemed for me. He asked if I had ever had any bad Tinder dates, to which I replied that, yes, I had. I just repeatedly swipe right and concentrate on the good ones. I joked that he should call me the next time he was stuck on a bad date so that I could help him out. When we finished laughing, that was that.
The following week, I received a phone call “This is officially the worst date of my life. I have to vent; can I come over?” He obviously just got back from a date, as he was still wearing his “date night” attire when he woke up.
He went into horrible detail about how terrible the date had been, saying that the girl had been practically silent, boring as fuck, and not one for putting out despite the early chat. He was particularly irritated by the final point, and he showed me their messages before the date that made it seem as though sexual activity was a near certainty.
He was angry, horny, and well-presented. Then he recalled that I had assured him I could “sort him out” of a bad date situation. Despite our hilarity, I knew he was serious. He was clearly interested in testing how casual I could be about all the casual sex we were engaging in.
I asked him flat out if he was looking for a pity sex. It was a resounding “no” from him. He requested a fuck of FRUSTRATION. In all honesty, it sounded like a good time!
The speaker didn’t wait for a response. Right there on my couch, he had to go dick up. It turned out my pal was preparing to leave. Once again, he pleaded with me to “sort him out.” When I replied, “Ok, sure,” I tried to conceal my enthusiasm.
I sat down on the couch next to him and started stroking his dick when he reached over and squeezed my nipples. Then, with a firm hand on the back of my head, he began directing me toward his cock. I was going to say something, but I have to say that I was impressed by how direct he was being, and I have come to appreciate a man who takes the initiative.
When I had his dick between my lips and was about to begin my blowjob routine, he grabbed my hair and began forcefully thrusting into my mouth. Dripping saliva immediately ensued after the shock. He said he liked it sloppy and that if I needed a break I should just tug his balls.
And then he facefucked me without saying a word. I was being held by the hair and all I could do was pout. I yanked on his balls so he could relax and take a deep breath, and he thanked me, smiling broadly, saying that it was just what he needed. He continued to f*ck my face without taking a break.
Rapidly, he arrived. My throat closed and I gulped. I’m sure I must have looked like a mess when I finally slid off his cock, but he just smiled his beautiful smile and said, “Thanks for that.” It’s perfect for my purposes. I’m glad you liked it too!
and oddly enough, I had! Because I didn’t receive anything besides a nipple squeeze, articulating why it was enjoyable is challenging. However, the excitement was enormous. Indeed, it was a fine dick in every respect!
After that, we continued talking as if nothing had happened, just like old times. Before he left, he asked if I would be willing to possibly “sort him out” again. I assured him I’d do it.
About two weeks later, we met again. Another message came through saying, “Bad date!” Is it possible for me to drop by?
Unlike previous attempts, this one actually worked. She hadn’t been into him, but he was into her. He went on and on about how amazing she was and how he wanted to do all sorts of naughty things to her. Then, after getting all worked up, he asked if I could help him calm down.
As before, it began with him laying on my sofa and, essentially, skullfucking me. This time, however, I took advantage of one of the pauses for breath and asked him if this is all he would have done to her if he’d brought her home. Obviously not, he replied. As a result, I questioned why he hadn’t finished all his plans.
I was soon bending over the couch as he fucked me from behind. Even as he vented his anger with a drum set, we talked about her. It felt fantastic in his dick. As I crossed the finish line first, I glanced back and noticed that he had closed his eyes in preparation for the cum. After we were done talking, I asked him if he’d been thinking about her. And he asked if it was okay that he had. Oddly enough, it was.
Since this has happened so frequently, I won’t bother listing every instance. Out of the blue, I’ll get a message from him saying he went on a shitdate or asking me to hang out. When he’s not around, we’re nice people who hang out socially, but when he’s here and he’s frustrated, we become entirely different people. Now I’m his unsatisfying date, and he’s a frustrated dom ready to fuck me senseless. or even less frequently than that. Sometimes I feel like I’m nothing more than a tool in his hands to make him cum.
and for some strange reason, I really enjoy it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zav145/freeloader_backup_fucking_for_a_friend_has_become
I like the way you write and think your directness is really sexy!