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After a shower full of making out, touching, and lingering hands with soap and cloths, we got dressed and headed out the door. Calvin had parked down the street, but I offered to show him one of my favorite brunch places, which was only a couple blocks away. As we walked, we talked about our various holiday breaks. I was keenly aware of the distance between our shoulders, feeling an odd thrill each time they brushed against each other.
As we sat down and ordered, I told myself that I had to pump the brakes quick. I could not be falling for this guy. No, this was the start of a good fuck buddy situation, but it couldn’t be more than that. He had made his intentions very clear in our rounds of texts, and I didn’t really have the bandwidth for anything more right now.
It was hard though, because he was not only very cute, but very smart and we had a great rapport. It didn’t matter though. I had been burned by falling for a fuck buddy before, and didn’t want to go through that again. The check came and he insisted on paying. Then we walked back to his car and said goodbye. I walked back to my apartment, trying not to be mad that he hadn’t made a move to kiss goodbye.
I resolved to not text him as much as I had been. I waited hours at a time to return any I got from him. An answer always came back though. It was the opposite of ghosting, and I was, funnily enough, annoyed by it.
A couple weeks after that first night together I was at the gym when the infamous Grindr noise went off. Ignoring the knowing smirk of the guy on the weight bench next to me, I checked it.
“Hi over there,” from Calvin’s profile. I looked around, finally spotting him near the cardio section. He waved. I returned it, then grabbed the dumbbells and fell back down to continue my workout. I was seven reps in when his face appeared above me, an odd look on it.
“Hang on,” I said, struggling with the last of the reps. “Nine, ten.” I let the dumbbells fall to my chest, then set them on the floor as I raised up and turned to look at him. “Hey.”
“Hi,” the odd look stayed on his face. “Are you mad at me?” That question made me realize the look was concern.
“What? No. What made you think that?”
“I don’t know. Your texts have just been a little more distant than before we fooled around.”
“I guess I just thought we were keeping it casual.”
“Oh,” he looked around awkwardly. “Well, yes that is what I want. But I was hoping for the friend part of friends with benefits too. I just don’t know many people here yet.”
“Oh.” I was surprised by how genuine he sounded, and by the real disappointment that had appeared on his face. “I’m sorry… I guess I misinterpreted things.”
“I mean, if you just want the occasional benefits that’s fine, but…”
“No, no, I could use some more friends,” I replied.
“Cool.” We stood there a little awkwardly. “Do you want to hang out later?:
“For more friendship or more benefits?”
“Either.”
I felt my heartbeat increase a little at the thought of his naked body on me again. “Well, I wouldn’t mind some benefits, then maybe something friendly afterward.”
He grinned, mischievousness replacing the concern on his face from before. “Cool. How much longer do you have?”
“I just started actually, so maybe another forty-five or so. Then a shower, cause I’ll be gross.”
“Well, there’s a shower at my place.” He actually winked after he said it. “Meet you in the locker room in forty-five?”
“Sure.”
I finished my workout and met Calvin in the locker room. We headed out the door, agreeing to go to his place, which was within walking distance. I left my car in the parking structure near the gym and we set off, talking about various things at work. With each step we took I could feel a tension building, as though I was a kettle set over a flame, slowly coming to a boil. I guessed Calvin felt similarly, based on the way his voice fluctuated as he talked about an incident he’d had with a coworker, as though he kept getting distracted by something as he told the story.
By the time we reached his building I could feel the blood rushing into my pelvis, and the beginnings of a hard on coming. He buzzed us in and we crossed the lobby to the elevator. As he turned to hit the button I could see that his own bulge was bigger than normal. By the time we reached the fourth floor we were both fully hard. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the hall, fumbling with his keys. Unable to resist I reached out and felt his cock through his shorts, which made him jump and drop his keys. I laughed as he picked them up. “You’re going to pay for that,” he said wickedly as he picked up the keys and unlocked the door.
“Oh, am I?”
“Yes,” he opened the door and pulled me inside, through the doorway and right into his arms. Our mouths found each other and the tension burst. We pressed into each other, as much of our bodies touching as we could manage. After a blissful minute or so he broke away and led me to the bathroom. He switched on the light and pulled back the shower curtain as I pulled my shirt off. He turned on the water and then stripped, unleashing his beautiful cock, which bounced tantalizingly as he fully removed his shorts. Before I could make a move to do anything with it he hopped into the spray, flinching a little at the cold water I felt hit me as it splashed off of his skin.
“A little cold?” I asked.
“A bit, just for a second though. I like a bit of cold after the gym.” He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Get in here.”
I followed him in, the water chilly for the briefest second before it began to warmup. In even less time than that Calvin had pulled me in to kiss again, closing the shower curtain behind me. My hand roamed up and down his back as his firmly clasped my ass. We rotated slowly on the spot, wetting ourselves with the water like a rotisserie chicken over a flame. At some point his hands left my body for a second, and I heard something behind me move. He broke away from the kiss, leaning back a bit, and brought a bar of soap up to my chest and began to lather me up.
We hadn’t kept our hands to each other the last time we showered together, but this was different, more intimate somehow. I had never had anyone wash me like that before. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin from the pleasure of it. We fluctuated between kissing and just looking at each other and smiling, until he said, “turn around, let me get your back.”
I did so, and our bodies locked together perfectly, and I could feel his hard cock pressed in between my ass cheeks. I shuddered as his hands ran up my torso, the soap less one tweaking a nipple as it passed. Then I felt the ache of the space between us as he pulled away, the hands now soaping my back. He crept lower and lower, until his hands found their way back to my ass. I gasped as he pressed a finger against my hole. I opened my legs a little to give him better access, but he didn’t go in any further. Instead I felt the absence of his touch again, and almost whimpered in desire. But then he pulled my ass apart slightly, allowing the water cascading down my back to wash away the soap. Then I felt a completely different touch on my hole.
I moaned and leaned forward, my forehead against the tile under the showerhead as Calvin began to eat me out.
He snuck a hand around and began to jerk me off a bit too, the soap lubricating my hard cock nicely. Too quickly for my taste he stood back up, turned off the water and reached out for a towel. He dried us both off, moving so that I could not touch him anywhere for very long, teasing me. He squatted down, drying my legs, and then looked up at me and grinned, his face near my cock. He threw the towel to the side, grabbed my scrotum with a hand and began to suck my cock. I fell back against the sink, slightly overwhelmed by what he was doing. In what seemed to be a theme of the night he stopped before I wanted him to. He knew exactly what he was doing too, judging from the grin on his face as he rose up. “Shall we relocate?” he said, grabbing my hand before I could answer.
He led me to the living room, where he pushed me onto the L-shaped couch. He motioned to the corner, so I shifted to put my head right in it. He smiled again, then picked up my legs and pulled me forward slightly, then pushed my legs up so that my weight was on my shoulders. Before I could ask what he was doing I found out, as he buried his face in my ass again. I looked up and past my own dangling cock I could see his forehead, and then his eyes. He pressed in, fucking me with his tongue, the pressure of his nose on my taint a delightful addition. I moaned and reached up to wrap my fingers in his hair.
This time he didn’t stop too quickly. I lost track of time, completely absorbed in the sensation. It was him slipping a finger inside me that made me twitch, which also made me feel a protest from my shoulders. “Let me down,” I panted and he pulled away, helping to lower my feet back to the ground. I used the momentum to launch at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply again. I pulled back and stared into his eyes for a second. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Now.”
“How do you want it?”
In answer I stood up and got back on the couch, this time on all fours. “Now stop teasing me and fuck me.” I said, more sternly than intended, but he seemed to like it.
“Yes sir.” He grabbed a bottle of lube from somewhere, not that I thought I would need it, the way he had opened me up, and spread some on his cock and my hole. He began to enter me slowly, which I had anticipated. Once I felt his head all the way in I shifted backwards, pushing my ass against his pelvis to take all of his cock.
“I said to stop teasing me.”
“Got it,” he grabbed my shoulders and began to thrust, quickly reaching a pace that could only be described as pounding. I was loving every minute of it. I draped my arms over the arm of the couch and surrendered to the immense pleasure his cock gave me.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” he said, grabbing my hips. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, do it. Cum inside me.” I felt the pulse of his cock and then felt him burst inside me. His moans pushed me over the edge and I felt myself cumming hands free, amazed at the way my entire body seemed to buzz as I did.
The world resolved itself in Calvin’s slowing pace and the feel of his chest on my back as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around me. “Shit, did you cum too?” he asked.
“Yes I did,” I looked down at my load sprayed all over the couch, shocked at the volume. “Sorry, didn’t think that was going to happen. Didn’t even touch myself.”
“Well that,” he whispered in my ear, “sounds like a compliment.”
We started spending much more time together after that, seeing each other at least every other day in the friends capacity, with a decent amount of benefits over the next month and it was hard for me to stop myself from feeling things. Evidently he did too, because one night after we had fucked he looked at me strangely. “What?” I asked, my head on the pillow.
“Nothing, I just… Do you want to go on a date?”
“What?”
“A date. Like dinner and a movie or something?”
“As in… not just friends or benefits?”
“Yes.”
“What happened to casual?”
“I don’t know I just… I’ve been having a great time with you.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “Me too. Sure. Let’s go on a date.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11hkpgy/the_friendbenefit_escalation_mm