Roughly [f]ucked by [m]y friend’s boyfriend at his parents’ house

This is the second part of [a story I started telling a couple of weeks back](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b9tlcj/barcelona_ff/) about me sleeping with both members of a now married couple on different occasions. Advanced warning to all, it contains cheating, rough (consensual) sex, and a lot of rambling. There’s also a light sexual assault that happens. It’s really not the focus of the story, but it’s relevant to how I ended up fucking another guy. I messaged the mod to ask if it was okay to mention it given the context, and they’ve not got back to me. Anyway, now that you’re all duly warned I will continue.

Part two…

I stayed friends with Hana after our fling, but only just. For a long time she was awkward around me, because as we established, she’s a very straight and narrow sort of girl. Nowadays she has thawed out, and it has got to the stage where she’s become very comfortable and touchy around me. We haven’t messed around again, but when she comes to visit me or vice-versa we’ll still sleep all cuddled up in the same bed.

Still, back then she obviously had issues with guilt, and was paranoid that I’d tell Will what had happened. That, coupled with me still having a lingering sense of loss after that summer (not heartbreak exactly… more like the sadness you get after finishing a great book or game), left things pretty awkward between us. This made life difficult, because while Hana had moved back to Barcelona, Will and I continued to exist in the same social circle, living in the same city.

He began to hang out with the group less, and it seemed pretty obvious that he was avoiding me, having picked up on whatever was going on between Hana and I. Needless to say, I was gutted. I liked that social group, but it seemed like me and my hobag ways had ruined it for the three of us. I did what felt like the smart thing and stepped back from it a bit. I had other friends, and Will had known the others far longer than me.

As a result, the whole situation died down for a few months. My music dream was fizzling out anyway, so I resigned myself to pursuing a career of sciencey goodness. I moved back to uni, but kept a presence in London because I was involved in a few research projects there. The whole situation was quite gone from my mind until I was leaving Clapham Common station one day and who should I see going down the other escalator, but Will. I gave him a smile and a little wave, but didn’t really expect him to go out of his way to speak to me.

Then, just as I was tucking into a slice of pizza I’d bought, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around ready to chin whichever nob thought it was okay to say hello to a stranger on the streets of London (it’s safe to say I’d become a spiritual resident of the city by then), when who should I see but Will smiling down at me.

He opens by saying he’d forgotten how perfect my teeth are (I get this quite often. Good genes I guess, cause I’ve never had any work done. Plus, while the horror stories of British dental care are mostly wide of the mark, we don’t have many people who whiten their teeth to the extent Americans seem to, or get cosmetic dental work). ‘All the better to eat you with my dear.’ I say, inwardly cringing when I realise how wrong that sounded. Still, it seems to amuse him, and he reminds me that I still owe him pizza from the first night we hung out together.

We make chitchat for a while, sharing the slice and never touching on the subject of why I don’t hang out with them any more. That remains studiously ignored by both of us, like a pile of dishes in the sink. Instead, I tell him what I’ve been getting up to, and that I’m starting an MSc in a couple of months. He tells me he’s a full member of the RAF now, which raises an eyebrow because I know there’s no way that Hana is cool with that. I question his decision to join up by prodding his belly, which until now had always been a soft, dadbod-y shell on an otherwise hot guy, and end up damn near breaking my finger.

‘Holy crap.’ I muttered, grabbing on to his abs. I asked him where they came from whilst attempting not to drown in a torrent of oestrogen. Will just laughed, and told me I’m too kind.

It was nice to catch up. We talked about our usual things: music, sports, games. The whole thing made me sad for the friend I’d lost, but I’ve never been one to dwell on things I can’t change, so when he eventually had to get his train before his mum decided he was missing and called the police (to be fair, he was only 25) we parted ways.

I didn’t think much of it until I got a text a few weeks later from Will. He’d got two tickets to a festival a few weeks back, but Hana couldn’t make it- or more accurately, didn’t want to make it. Queens of the Stone Age were closing the stage, and she’d never liked them. Or any rock music, for that matter. Early 90’s rap music was her thing. His other friend had already called dibs on Saturday/Sunday, but he knew I’m a massive QOTSA fan, so he saved Friday for me. I should have asked a few questions at this point: what would Hana think of that? Do I have the self-restraint not to bonk this guy? Will there be security outside that will necessitate me dumping an eighth of perfectly good ganj in the bin? Alas, I lack foresight.

So festival day comes round and I’m feeling myself. The weather is amazing and I’m dressed in cut-offs, sandals and a bikini top. It’s the one and only day I’m at this festival, so I don’t stink, and I’m having a good hair day. Will drives us up in his car with the roof down and we get inside. I quickly find an alternate source of weed, then spend a while getting blazed and laughing at Will fucking up the tent. Eventually I take pity on him and help him out- not before telling him he should have joined the pongoes.

Once we’re done we make our way to the stage. I’m fluttering my eyelashes and using most of my stoned charm to make my way through the crowd to get as close as possible, but Will tugs me back by the arm and suggests we stay back. I couldn’t work out why at the time, but after the fact I realised he was worried we’d end up on TV if we were near the front, and if Hana saw she’d presumably have been pissed because she now knows I’m a shameless thot.

Reluctantly, I agree to stay back on the proviso that he gives me a boost. In the meantime, we dance. At one point I wander off to pee, and when I get back Will has- true to form- found himself a group of friends. Four Swedish guys, all tall, beardy and handsome apart from one clean shaven, disturbingly Aryan guy. Will introduces us, and they introduce us to their stash of booze. I share my weed in exchange. We all get merry and eventually take a break to find food.

Will and the vikings order an ungodly number of chicken wings, then stare on in horror as I do the same and keep pace with them. One of the vikings- we’ll call him Anders because I love a good stereotype- has been flirting with me since it became clear I’m not Will’s girlfriend, and he and his friends Thor and Olof Melberg keep steering the conversation to sexy topics. In the course of this, everyone’s current sex life gets brought up. Will- slightly tipsy at this point- talks awkwardly about his sex life with Hana, or lack thereof. Evidently he’s feeling the strain of distance, and upon further questioning it becomes apparent that she isn’t as kinky as him- something I’m better aware of than he realises. The Aryan guy, who we’ll call Clas Ohlson because I’m out of Swedish names, isn’t really respecting my personal space as I tell them that I’ve not had any action for about nine months. Will asks me if I got laid in Barcelona, at which point I turn bright red. He mistakes this for me having a sense of shame, and he and the vikings laugh at me. Anders suggests he could help me out if I wanted, which would ordinarily have turned me on, but Clas Ohlson is stroking my bare back and it’s making my ovaries shrivel up. Will takes my expression as me being creeped out- which I was a bit- and suggests we return to the stage.

We’re getting to the main event (on stage, not the sex. You’ll have to wait until your balls are about to drop off for that bit, patriarch scum). QOTSA come out, crowd goes wild etc etc. I’m on Will’s shoulders for quite a while, vaguely aware of the feeling of his stubble against my thighs when he turns his head. I’m somewhat sober again by this point though, so while it’s turning me on I’m resisting the urge to choke him out like Xenya Onatop.

Strong as he is, Will eventually gets tired, but as he asks if he can put me down and I start giving him grief for calling me fat, I’m plucked off his shoulders by Anders who holds me up over his head Simba style until I can pivot back far enough to settle onto his shoulders. I would have been quite happy back down on the deck, truth be told. Shoulders aren’t that comfortable after a while. But the display of strength from Anders did it for me in a cavewoman kind of way, so I stayed. Anders ran his hands up and down my recently waxed legs as he held me, which combined with the chilly evening brought goosebumps up on me, and made my nipples show through my top. Clas Ohlson and Olof Melberg had a good laugh at this, and Clas Ohlson tried to grab my arse a couple of times as he stared. The act of evading him made my clit rub against my cut offs in a way that didn’t help my nipple situation.

After a while I got down, and the vikings offered us some MDMA. I took one, but Will’s not really a drugs guy, so he just watched over me. We were listening to ‘If I had a Tail’ while I was waiting for the ecstasy to kick in and I mentioned to Will that the verse “I wanna suck, I wanna lick, I want to cry and I want to spit. Tears of pleasure Tears of pain They trickle down your face the same.” always turned me on, regardless of the meaning of the song. For the briefest second he just gave me this hungry look that would have had me weak at the knees if it hadn’t been so unexpected. Then I remember that Hana mentioned him being into rough sex when we were in Barcelona. I must have tapped into one of those kinks he couldn’t fulfil.

Anyway, the moment passed, and just as the MDMA was kicking in, the band finished up. We made our way back to the vikings’ tent to see out the night and played some EDM with the girls the next tent over.

Things get a bit blurry while I was high, but as I understand it, events went something like this: we danced around for a couple of hours, with me grinding up against Anders and Will. Olof Melberg got off with some girl from the next tent over and disappeared. Will went off to get me some water, and shortly afterwards Anders threw up and passed out on the ground. I danced with Clas Ohlson a bit, feeling relatively safe because of the others around us, but after Will didn’t come back for like 40 minutes he started quietly, insistently trying to get me to come back into his tent with him. Even pilled up, I did not fancy this guy, so I refused and when it became clear that he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer, I did the classic j4viator self-defense tactic: dead weight.

I fell to the floor like a sack of shit and purposely relaxed all of my muscles. I tried to feign unconsciousness, although in hindsight my jaw was probably swinging like a motherfucker, so I doubt I was convincing. Clas Ohlson tried to move me about under the pretense of helping me get to bed, but it’s surprisingly difficult to move even a light body when they’re a dead weight (don’t ask me how I know that). At that stage, Clas decided to just leave me there and feel me up instead. He managed about 10 minutes of deeply creepy boob play before I heard Will ask what the fuck he thought he was doing. I seriously considered opening my eyes, but by that stage I was quite comfortable and getting sleepy, so I just heard the altercation between Clas Ohlson and Will/Thor who were both calling him out for being rapey.

Once it broke up, I felt Will hoik me up and gave up on my possum routine lest he do his back in. He kept asking me if I was okay, and I think he reckoned I wasn’t processing what had happened properly because I was high, but the truth is I’ve suffered much worse (sorry if that kills the mood, but let’s face it, if you’ve managed to maintain an erection through all this backstory then you have staying power, my friends). Anyway, we got back to his tent and after Will waterboarded me with a bottle of Evian I promptly passed out.

I woke up to the dawn chorus with a mouth like the bottom of a birdcage and a vague urge to find the nearest bridge and hurl myself off it (a fairly standard Saturday in J4viator’s early twenties). Will was spooning me and I could feel his morning wood pressing into my butt. If I hadn’t felt so gross, it would have turned me on. I went to pee and get some fresh air, and when I came back Will was drowsy but awake (it was like 06:00 so we were the first ones up). He reminded me what happened last night, then asked me if I was okay again. I insisted I was, and we had a laugh about my slightly ridiculous defence strategy. He told me he’d got lost trying to find our tent, at which point I observed that he really should have joined the army. He also looked at me weirdly at one point and said it’s weird that I make being hung over look hot. I think he just didn’t realise that I’d been trying not to puke whilst applying eyeliner, so it was a little thicker than usual, but it gave me butterflies anyway.

He insisted on running me back to my friend’s house in the car, still convinced I must be suffering some repressed emotional trauma. Tbh I didn’t fancy a train journey, so even though it’d be a pointless round trip for him I took him up on it, on the condition that he drive me to just outside of London proper and I’d tube it from there. Instead, he drove me to his parents’ place in Richmond. They were away for the week, so he said I could recuperate there for as long as I needed. We had a maccies en route, and once we got back we both had a shower and I began to feel human again.

He’d left me one of his band shirts (I think it was The Strokes) to wear along with some joggers. I genuinely forgot to wear the latter because I tend to wear a t-shirt plus nothing around the home. He found me in his bedroom looking at the posters on the wall. We spent a while geeking out over his old toys while he tried not to look at my legs. He put some music on and we played Nightfire on his ps2 for a while (I smashed him, naturally).

I can’t remember how, but at one point we were standing across from each other by his bed. We were teasing each other about something and were playfully pushing one another. I half-deflected one of his pushes and it ended up landing as a weird slap thing on my throat. He almost fell over himself in his rush to apologise, but I shushed him and took my chance. ‘You can be rough with me.’ I said, holding his stare.

He looked conflicted for a moment. Ignoring my conscience, I took his hand and put it to my throat. I told him it could just be this once, and Hana would never know. Yeah, I know I’m a scumbag- you don’t have to remind me. I could see he had wood through this sweatpants, and I reached out and stroked it through the fabric whilst giving him doll eyes.

Suddenly his hand tightened round my throat and he grabbed a handful of my hair with his other. He yanked me up so I had to stand on my tiptoes and kissed me roughly. He took his lips from mine and bit my ear. ‘Bend over, you slut.’ He growled.

I did as he said and felt him lift the shirt up over my butt. One spank stung me- a little more tentative than I like. ‘Is that the best you can do?’ I asked him, in full brat mode.

The second spank was hard enough that I had a bruise there for like a week, and at that point I had to beg him to find some point between a bluebottle bouncing off my arse and being flogged by one of those catapults they use to throw planes off of aircraft carriers.

Will settled for pulling me up, yanking the t-shirt off over my head and pushing me to my knees. He held me in place by a fistful of hair as I strained to get to his cock. Each time I reached out with my hands he’d slap me (at an appropriate strength this time). At one point I looked up at him, and when he relaxed for a second I pulled down his pants and freed his cock. I got a few slaps for that and whimpered that I was sorry.

He told me to beg for it, and I pleaded for him to let me suck his dick whilst staring at it transfixed. When I’d begged enough, he let me take it in my mouth. My pussy rapidly got wet as I went to town on his cock, thinking about how this had been inside Hana. About how I was going to taste the cum she tasted.

Will kept hold of my hair and forced me down onto his cock until it was down my throat. He kept me there for a while, fucking my throat until my vision started to dim and I had to tap him on the leg. He slapped me again as I gasped for breath and called me a whore, then went back to fucking my throat. I really wanted to feel him inside of me, but suspected it wasn’t something I’d get a say in.

He made me choke on his dick for ages. By the time I was done I had drool all down by chest and it was mixing with the juices dripping from my pussy. He picked me up and literally threw me onto the bed. He gave me a few more stinging spanks before choking me again as I spread my legs wide for him and gave him my best pleading look. Instead, he fingered my pussy hard. Hana had him well trained, because he was hitting my g-spot consistently. He twisted my right nipple, and I had to try not to laugh when it occurred to me that he and his gf favoured opposite boobs.

With the combination of choking and fingering it wasn’t long until I came. When my pussy finished squeezing his fingers he pulled them out and made me suck them as I gasped for air. Then, just as I did, he moved between my legs and pushed into me.

I gasped and bit down on his fingers reflexively, which earned me another slap. I linked my ankles behind his back to open my pussy up and allow him to get even deeper. He fucked me with slow, practiced thrusts that drove me wild. I needed to set the pace if I was going to cum again.

I whispered for him to let me get on top, and mounted him when he got on his back. I ground my pussy into him whilst he choked me and pulled my hair. He kept spanking me to spur me on, and then his finger would drift to my butthole and press against it. As I got closer to cumming he held me by the hips, moving my entire body up and down his dick effortlessly. I brought his hand back to my throat as I reached the precipice and had an epic, leg-shaking orgasm.

Once it subsided, I got off his dick and took it straight in my mouth. This time he fucked it in a less controlled way. I was playing with his balls, and quickly felt them tense up. He let me up to gasp for one last breath of air before shoving my head back down onto his dick and pumping my throat full of cum. There was so much of it that even after I swallowed, some dribbled down my chin.

I lay there for a second before heading back to the shower to get clean. Once I came out, Will had left for the festival again.

So that’s it, the end of this sorry tale. In case you’re curious, I’m still friends with them (I was one of Hana’s bridesmaids when they married). We don’t see each other too often now, because we’re all busy with our careers and they have kids to look after as well. Will has always been awkward with me since this. I think he feels more guilty than Hana about it, but at the same time I suspect something similar would happen if we found ourselves alone again. I try to avoid that happening, because I do genuinely feel bad about cheating with both of them. If you’ve read through both stories, thanks a lot. I enjoy writing this stuff down cause it brings back all the details I’d forgotten, and it means a lot that people take the time to read my ramblings and weird tangents.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bevscl/roughly_fucked_by_my_friends_boyfriend_at_his