I once carefully fucked my boyfriend after he almost died [FM]

This fucking story.

I dated a dude who was obsessed with me. He could also be a frat boy idiot.

I once got a call at 4:00am from one of his frat brothers that I should probably head to their house right away. He had gotten very hurt, but wouldn’t elaborate.

I rushed over and found my boyfriend in a post-hospitalization stupor. He had a broken arm, cracked ribs, and scratches all over his damn body.

“What the hell happened?” I asked. I was thinking a horrible car accident or something.

“Someone dared me to break into Theta.”

“Why?”

“We we’re playing truth or dare.”

“Why Theta?”

“I was going to steal… A weird kite sculpture thing.”

“What?”

“I climbed up on the roof, but I was wasted and fell off. Luckily I hit a tree.”

“Luckily?”

“It was three flights and I could have died.”

I sighed. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. And they wouldn’t give me any drugs because they’re afraid I’ll sell them.”

“Would you?”

He shrugged. “Probably.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“V don’t be mad at me,” he whined.

“You could have died! You could have died trying to break into a sorority. Also, you were DEFINITELY stealing underwear. That would have been the stupidest death of all time.”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Please stop. I’m so pissed.”

“I’m in PAIN!”

I finally started laughing. “You really went hard, huh?”

“It’s not funny. I’m in pain. Also, I’m hard.” He put my hand on his dick to demonstrate. He was indeed.

“What the fuck about this moment is doing it for you?”

“You’re in my T-shirt. It’s hot.”

“Ok well you can get that out of your head. I’m fairly certain fucking would kill you right now.”

“You’re not turned on by how hard I am?”

I glared at him and sighed. “…A little.”

“Are you wet?”

“Stop dude. You just tried to steal another girls underwear and you almost died. You’re not getting fucked.”

“Come on, V. I did it as a dare. I don’t give a fuck about other girls. Can I at least see your tits?”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my shirt off and threw it aside. I didn’t have a bra on and I watched his eyes sweep up my body. With his one functioning hand he started fondling me.

“Please V? It will make me feel better.”

“Your ribs are cracked!”

“I’m just saying we have all the right pieces. You’re wet, I’m hard, and your tits look so hot right now.”

“Can you stop referring to them as tits?”

“Breasts… boobs… the glorious C cups I regularly jerk off too.”

I finally started laughing and put my hand to his head. “They should have given you stitches. This gash is big.”

“My blood is rushing elsewhere.”

“My god! Are you ever not horny?”

“Having sex with you is my favorite thing. If you think a few cracked ribs will change that, you’re mistaken.”

I’m a narcissist. This worked on me.

“How exactly would this work?”

“Just get on top and be gentle.”

I took my pants off and unbuttoned his jeans, gently pulling them down until he sprang free.

“You are hard,” I laughed. I stroked him gently and watched his breathing hitch as he turned red. “How is this even possible?” I climbed on top of him and let him slip inside of me. I gasped as I adjusted and then struggled as to where I should put my hands. “I don’t even know how to create friction. I don’t want to put weight on you.”

He pulled my hands to his shoulders and smiled. “I’m not going to break, V.”

I started moving my hips back and forth as he threw his head back and gasped.

“I want to touch your breasts so bad right now but this stupid sling.”

Instead I grabbed my own, cupping myself gently and then twisting my nipple.

“Fuuuuck,” he said as he tried to sit up and then groaned in pain. “Can you speed up?”

I started going faster, moving back and forth as I felt myself building. Finally he managed to swing his good hand up to my face with a single painful gasp and I guided it to my mouth and started sucking on his fingers. He finally grabbed one of my breasts and I closed my eyes and whimpered.

“This feels really good,” I cried as I sped up.

Then I looked down and saw a trickle of blood from his forehead.

“What the hell?” I yelled as I tried to scramble off of him.

“No! No! I promise I’m fine.”

“I’m going to get y’all’s first aid kit.”

“I’m ok!”

“You are definitely not ok! I refuse to kill you with my vagina.”

“It’s not a bad way to go. I’m so close. Can you just suck me off?”

“Fine,” I mumbled. I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. He gasped like he was enjoying it but when I glanced at him he looked like he was in pain. “Are you ok?”

“Yes! I’m more than ok.”

I went faster then, harder, pulling him deeper after I licked his head. I watched him squirm above me and groan as he moved his hand to the back of my head with a painful wince.

I couldn’t tell if he was having a great time or about to die.

Finally. Finally. He came. I swallowed and wiped my mouth. I got up quickly and started getting dressed. “I’m officially getting you a bandage and then you’re going to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep for 8 hours actually.”

“Why?”

“Don’t freak out but I have a VERY minor concussion.”

I gaped at him. “You have a concussion? Mother fucker.”

“MINOR, V. That’s the key word here.”

“You can’t fuck if you have a concussion.”

“Counterpoint: I just did.”

“Alright. I’m getting a bandage and then we are going to talk for 8 hours. No more sex for you.”

“Why??? It will keep me awake.”

“I’m going to get a damn bandage.”

So here is the weird part, although we did not fuck again for several days as his he did heal, having sex with his broken arm actually improved our sex life. We had to get creative with positions which included him bending me over the couch, going down on me while I sat on a counter, and lots and lots of blowjobs.

So while this story still kind of pisses me off, some lemonade came out of this situation.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wmsy5s/i_once_carefully_fucked_my_boyfriend_after_he