My RAOBJ was a boring date but a great fuck [FM]

I can’t say that many of my boring dates led me to swirling my tongue around a good load of sperm, but I do love a good exception to the rule.

The thing with RAOBJ dating, to call it that, is that the promise of sex salvages otherwise boring meetups. On Tinder, this date would have ended with polite excuses as soon as we split the bill amicably. But this time we lingered after one too many awkward silences, after a rather boring conversation, if only because he knew I’d be down on my knees and sucking his big dick.

It was only fair to assume that… since I had advertised it on Reddit.

I know no one is surprised that it turned out to be so boring in practice, but I honestly was. On paper, everything had looked good: he was handsome, successful, likely single, kind, and horny. The only thing missing was, well, IRL chemistry. That should have ended the date at the bill, shouldn’t it?

But I was horny, so was he, and we needed to get off.

Perhaps I should spare you the comedy of errors that took place that late autumn evening. How his huge dog lost his shit when we got to his house and I thought I’d be the victim of an interspecies unaliving, how he tried to do small talk in his cluttered living room, how I awkwardly tried to bring the chat to our mutual interest and instead landed us on this conversational spiral down to hell.

I never felt so relieved when someone leaned in to close the distance with me on a couch. His large hands held my face gently as we kissed, innocent like young lovers — innocent like young lovers who did not have the Reddit posting histories we both did. We clicked because he liked showing off his big dick, and I clearly was a RAOBJ enthusiast.

If nothing else, our kiss ended the awkward banter. We no longer needed to listen to each other. But I think it did more than that: with the kiss, he found the courage to get up from the couch and guide me upstairs. Thank goodness, for I was certain that that dog was going to demolish his crate, and I was becoming increasingly convinced that I am not to date men before they have a wife educate them.

Once we crossed the door to his room, game was on. And it turns out no chemistry was needed.

Mr Previously Shy and Introverted had no qualms in undressing me in record time. Honestly, faster than I undress myself on an everyday basis. He pressed my body up to his as his hands undid my jeans, as his kisses tilted my neck in between whispers. “I believe we are here to satisfy a very specific need of yours today.”

He was not wrong. I had indeed told all of Reddit (well, all of RAOBJ) just how badly I needed to suck cock that day. But he still needed to earn it, you know what I mean? Good thing he knew how to do it. Once we were both naked, his body moved mine to the bed, where his hands spread my legs and held them down to restrain the bucks caused by his exploration. We had focused so much on the other type of oral in our Reddit conversation that I had not realized he had an oral fixation of his own, and his lips and tongue worked hard to satisfy it. When he focused on my clit, his tongue giving gentle flicks, I knew I might not cum from it, but I would certainly cum tonight.

He played his cards right. With his tease, with the momentary restraint, the pent up hunger caught up with me. My hands on his smooth chest pushed him onto his back and I rolled on top of him, climbing between his legs.

When I posted on RAOBJ, I predictably got bombarded. He had known how to catch my eye, and he had been the perfect balance between persistent and relaxed. He did his homework, he showed up, and it was time for his reward.

“Please look in my eyes while you do it.”

I do like it when they are assertive from the start.

My hand wrapped around his base just seconds before his request, so it was easy to honor it for almost the whole thing. It was pleasurable to look at him while I stuck my tongue out to tease his head, knowing that he relished in the full attention he got in his dark room. By looking at him I knew that my tongue traveling down his length while I took him in made him bite his lower lip. I knew that his grunt mixed with the sounds of his fists grasping the sheets when he reached deeper in my mouth than he had in blowjobs before that day. The grunt was mine when he wrapped his hands around my hair when he reached my throat.

I paced myself to gift him a memorable blowjob that lasted long enough to bring deep satisfaction without irritating his skin. In practice, this means alternating the deepthroating motions with the gentle strokes lubed up by his precum and my saliva. The firm tongue zigzags down his length blend in with the caresses on his balls. I wanted him trembling under me, but not too often, until I realized that despite my best pacing efforts he was getting close.

On Reddit, he had told me he wanted to watch me swallow him, if only because I confessed it was my favorite way to take cum. By now, his room had gotten pitch dark, and his arm almost knocked over the lamp when he briskly moved to turn it on. Lucky him, because he did get to enjoy the show when he exploded: his spurts hit my cheeks, my lips, my tongue. His hands in my hair held my face in place, which only made me hornier, and I kept eye contact with him as I swallowed him.

He came so hard that recovery took him a while. I took RAOBJ slut pride in watching this grown, successful, handsome man pant under my face. But when he did recover, he was invested in turning the tables, and I was a very grateful beneficiary of that.

He lasted a long time in different positions, in exploring the different angles, this time focused on making me cum. After the tease, after the blowjob, after the well-timed spanks and fondles and deliciously filthy talk in my ear, I did come around him. It was in doggy; his hand pushed my face down to the mattress, grip lost in my hair, before his other hand dragged my hips to him. “I can tell you’re going to cum around me like a good slut” was the line that must have done it for me.

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered when he felt my orgasmic squeeze around him. I was speechless.

All in all, I think this was a pretty vindicating ending for people who had an otherwise bad date. You wouldn’t even imagine there had been such a rocky start if you knew that we hooked up a couple more times after that. But then he started dating seriously and ended it, and, when he reached out again, I had begun dating seriously as well. What a shame that hearts can’t live off just good sex.

If he reads this, I hope that he’s found someone to service his magnificent dick and to enjoy his generous sex skills daily. And that his dog has since chilled tf out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10z5pbn/my_raobj_was_a_boring_date_but_a_great_fuck_fm