How I (22) recovered from one of the worst cockblocks in human history and ended a long dry spell [MF]

Hi guys, long-time lurker here. I finally decided to tell a story of my own. English ain’t my first language, but I hope it will be all right, anyway. I don’t have „that“ many stories to tell, but I hope you guys will like this one at least. This is the story of the ending of a looong dry spell. Since it’s been over 10 years, some details aren’t as sharp as they used to be, but I think I still know the important stuff. Buckle up, ladies and gents, this story will be a long one:

*Sometimes I would like to have a time machine and go back to my single years. In hindsight, it is really easy to meet women and have sex on a constant basis. Back then however, I was a pretty insecure guy with no experience and even less confidence. It was no coincidence that I did not have sex in over a year in that time. Turns out that all women can see through your bullshit when you try to pretend being someone different than you are. Oh, and yes: I am shameless in stealing elements in story telling from u/AllTheBoysIveFckedB4. You gotta learn from the best, right?*

This story happened in 2011, when I was 22 years old. Back then I was a nerdy, thin guy. 1,85 meters tall, reddish-blond hair, blue eyes. I studied Psychology in the Netherlands, but was taking a semester abroad in Trondheim, Norway. That time was defined by a mix of being socially awkward and a severe case of chronic horniness. All I was thinking of was to finally get laid. In that time I got busy with some theories of the pick up game. I would read many „field reports“ and theories that try to decode the mystery called „women“.

*Ok, listen: there is some good stuff in pick up, unfortunately there is also a lot of bullshit: many guys who get into pickup too much tend to dehumanize women by rating them on a scale of 1-10, tell you that all women out there are sluts, stuff like that. However, I like the idea that the world doesn’t end when you get rejected by a girl and that it’s fine to start a conversation. Back then however, I struggled to distinguish good dating advice from bad dating advice.*

I tried implementing the things I learned when I went out for parties. Since I had no idea what I was doing, those attempts went rather depressing. During the first weeks I either didn’t find the courage to talk to women or just got rejected. It felt like I was having similar luck with the opposite sex like at home and that I was wasting my time abroad.

However, some day while browsing on facebook, I came across an opportunity: there was an event ad for a big „party boat“. That party boat turned out to be a big ferry that went from Stockholm to Talinn and back. A ferry exclusively for 4000 exchange students in Scandinavia for two nights. So basically a ship full of people who won’t stay in that region and just try to have fun. Among us students the event was simply called „sex boat“. Surely I will finally have luck there, right? So I decided to go. I was pretty determined to use this opportunity as a playground to sharpen my skills (and hopefully to get laid). I didn’t even talk to friends about it, I simply bought a ticket for myself, including a plane ticket to Stockholm.

*Back then I felt like it was something I „had“ to do on my own. On one hand, it was a huge weakness of myself back then to not get propper advice and support from friends on that topic. I was all trial-and-error (with lots and lots of errors). On the other hand, it wasn’t bad for an awkward introvert like me to do a stunt like this which was very much out of my comfort zone.*

Finally, the big day was there. I arrived in Stockholm and decided to walk the distance from airport to harbor. I ended up reaching the harbor 2-3 hours early. I am also really great at planning. Apart from myself there were only two other female French students waiting at that harbor. One of them was attractive to me, the other one wasn’t. The attractive one was called Marionne. Well, I got there to practice flirting, so those two girls seemed to be a perfect „warm up set“, as I would call it back then. I remember not actively flirting with them, instead I tried to get used to talking to strangers and get rid of all „approach anxiety“ that could hinder my conquest to end of the driest of all spells. We just had a little chitchat.

Short description of Marionne: a little shorter than me, cute face, brown hair. Something between B-or C-cups. Sporty figure. It turned out that she and her friend also studied abroad in Trondheim in that semester. I don’t remember how long we spoke, but in the end more and more students showed up. I recognized some familiar faces from Trondheim and excused myself. I also looked around a couple of times and checked out the other students. Every time I did that, cute Marionne was also looking at me. Did I think anything of it? Of course not.

*Sigh. It’s quite telling that the girl who ended liking me was a girl I met during a normal conversation, where I was just being myself and not trying any „pick up techniques“ or pretending to be some hot shot.*

Fast forward on the ship. Pick up mode activated. I was sitting at a table trying to flirt with a Russian girl. Very pretty. Conversation probably going nowhere since I was trying way to hard. Anyway, in comes Marionne. Literally. She just appeared out of nowhere and pulled me away from that table. Then she placed her hand. On. My. Butt. Oh boy.

*At that moment I suspected that she may liked me. I was very good at picking up hints, you know?*

I liked where this was going. What I didn’t like was that Marionne still had her friend with her. From my pick up studies I „knew“ that I had to isolate Marionne from her friend to get lucky. *Actually, I’d still agree with that „rule“.* I don’t remember how I tried doing that. I do remember that it didn’t work, but I was cool with that. I knew that it was still the first of two party nights, I knew that there are many other ladies I could try my „game“ on.

*Pretty unusual for me. Normally I would freak out if a girl showed the slightest hint of interest in me and be overly invested and bomb them with messages, which would scare them away. This time however, I played it kinda cool.*

Around midnight and a couple of unsuccesful attempts with other girls later I found myself sitting in one of the many bars on the ferry. I was drinking a beer and taking a break from the game. The atmosphere was quiet relaxing. The bar had some kind of oldschool style. A guy with a guitar and pretty damn good voice was singing some great songs. I remember him singing „lemon tree“ from Fool’s Garden – he absolutely nailed it. The scene is set. Along comes Marionne, scanning the crowd. She was alone. And she was looking for someone. However, she didn’t spot me, yet. *I probably moved so slowly that I became invisible.* After she passed me, I called her name. She turned around and beamed at me. I stood up, took her by the hand, went back to my chair and placed her butt on my lap without saying a word. *To this day one of the smoothest things I did.* For a couple of minutes, we just sucked in the atmosphere. The tension was rising and eventually we finally started to make out. Things got heated pretty quickly. After a while, I simply asked her „You wanna have sex with me?“ – „Yeah.“ – „Let’s get out of here.“ – „Ok.“ *Sometimes those things can be surprisingly easy.*

We started figuring out the logistics. What I didn’t mention yet is that all guests were sharing cabins with each other. 4 guests stayed in each cabin. I was sharing my cabin with 3 French guys from Trondheim I didn’t know. I asked her if we could do it in her cabin, but she declined, stating that her friend has her room key. No problem, I thought, we will go to my cabin. My roommates for this weekend will surely understand.

I exactly remember what happened next. I was walking through the ship with a hot French girl who was equally horny as I was. Tension was building for many hours, we both knew what we wanted. Condoms were in the bag in my cabin, nothing could stop me. I remember thinking ‚Candytorro, there have been a lot situations in the past where you screwed up and didn’t get the girl. But not this time! Fuck you god, fuck you karma, nothing can stop me now! I am getting laid now, hell yeah!‘

Sure of victory I turned around the final corner, just to see that my 3 French roommates were standing in the hallway in front of our shared cabin, being completely wasted and drinking some beer. ‚Nice, the room is clear‘ I thought to myself. However, Marionne let go of my hand. ‚Wait, why is Marionne letting go of my hand? Why is she standing next to this roommate I didn’t know before this trip?‘ I didn’t understand what was happening. First I was a bit confused, but still confident. I mean, a minute ago you could have cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. So nothing to worry about, right? However, after 3 minutes I remembered that I was horny and that I made plans with Marionne to have sex in my cabin. So i reached out for her hand. Instead of her hand, I found the hand of my completely wasted roommate blocking mine. Confused, I looked at him. Then at her. And then she mouthed „He’s my boyfriend.“ *I really should not have challenged god and karma in back to back sentences.*

I was shocked. In denial. While I was thinking about the odds, that on a boat of 4000 students I manage to pick up the girlfriend of my roommate who then proceeds to cockblock me and if this is real life, Marionne remembered that she was horny. So she took the hand of my roommate, her boyfriend. And she led him into the cabin. *You gotta be fucking kidding me.* ‚Ok Candytorro, this was a setback. But hey, this is a boat with 4000 people. Plenty of fish in the sea.‘ I actually tried to continue with finding someone to hook up. Tried to stay positive, tried to play the game. But you know what? It didn’t really work. I found a friend from Trondheim and told her what happened. She laughed her ass off. After one more hour, I went to bed at 1 am.

*I told you guys it’s a long story.*

When I went back to my cabin, Marionne and my roommate weren’t there. While I was lying in my bed, I made plans for night #2. I was thinking that this whole story with Marionne must be good for something. So I decided to use it to finally end my dry spell. What did I do? On night #2, I went to every attractive lady and started the conversation with „You won’t believe what happened to me last night?“ If I couldn’t get laid with Marionne, Marionne will definitely help me to get laid with another girl, I figured. It actually proved to be a pretty solid opener in conversations that would break the ice.

After a couple of conversations, I approached a cute South Korean girl, Puomi (or something like that, I never spelled her name). Cute face, small frame. I don’t remember the whole conversation, but I remember trying to touch her awkwardly during the conversation. *During my research about pick up some blog told me to be physical, so I tried it. Let’s just say I needed some more practice.* I was definitely being weird with it. However, she was also a little awkward, so we had that in common. After a short conversation (which I unfortunately forgot the exact contents about) I asked her what she was looking for on the ferry. She answered that she wanted to „find out what an orgasm feels like“. *Well, ok then.* I answered that I could help her with that. When I looked around I saw Marionne watching us, grinning. I asked Puomi if she wanted to go to my cabin with me. She agreed.

We made our way to my cabin. This time, I didn’t challenge any higher powers. My roommates were in my room, luckily none of them was the boyfriend of Puomi. *Phew.* I asked them to have the room for me for a while and they were cool about it and left. Finally I could end the dry spell! So we started making out and immediately Puomi shoved her tongue down my throat. Like literally. I backed of. Ok, I am not the only one who‘s inexperienced here. I started guiding here with the amount of tongue and she proved to be a quick learner. We made out in a more propper way and things became sexual very fast and we undressed each other. She had small breasts (I think b-cups) which fit her small frame perfectly and an unshaven pussy. I don’t mind hairy vaginas and wanted to go down on her. However, the beds in the cabin were too small to do so. Instead, I used my fingers to warm her up. When she was ready, I put a condom on and we started with the missionary position. She was very, very tight and I had to work slowly. The moans and breaths that escaped her mouth were sexy, she was clearly enjoying herself. However, the limited space was making it difficult for me to move and to find a good rythm.

After a while, I offered to switch positions. She slowly sat down on my cock, her mouth forming an „O“ and her eyes rolling back in her head. That position was definitely better in that limited space. She rode me slowly, adjusting to my size and finding a rythm that was working for her. She continued to ride me in a slow pace. I remembered that she wanted to experience her first orgasm and was determined to help her get there. I started moaning myself which got her going. At some point during the sex I realized that I was being very quiet until that point. Guys, don’t be quiet during sex. You don’t like it when the ladies are quiet themselves, so you should lead by example. When I started moaning/grunting, her moans became louder and her movements faster, even desperate. After a minute oft hat, her legs started shaking and she collapsed on me. „You know what that was?“ I asked (not without some pride in my voice). We started giggeling. I am not sure about the details after that. I think we kept going for a while, however I didn’t have an orgasm, neither did she have another one. Eventually we stopped and kept talking and cuddling for a while. Soon after my roommates knocked on the door and claimed the room for themselves again. We got dressed and left. Eventually we said goodbye too each other, sharing one last kiss. We were both happy how it went. She had experienced her first orgasm and I successfully ended my dry spell.

Let me know what you think about the story. I just wrote his story from the top of my head, I am sure I can improve on my story telling skills.
If you guys liked it however, I can tell you some other stuff from my past.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12yjd9b/how_i_22_recovered_from_one_of_the_worst

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