This is the story of the weird weekend, one of the strangest and most horny weekends of my life. All I can say is it was a good idea at the time. I have been writing this high on coffee for like 2 days so excuse any formatting errors. Just a warning that this story is not a hyper masculine porn ass-to-mouth thing, just a non regular weekend in the life of a weird bisexual with weirder friends.
For the purposes of anonymity let’s call the guy John, he was from Denmark and was visiting the UK because apparently Denmark wasn’t boring enough already. We had fooled around on webcam a little and had made a lot of arrangements and agreements to gay it up for a weekend where he would fuck my brains out, it wasn’t my first time with a guy and it was looking pretty perfect for no-strings sex for a few days with a friend. This all seemed like a pretty good idea at the time and John came over to the UK, down to London to see our mutual friends in our gaming group, he would be spending Saturday afternoon till Monday evening with me. Saturday morning there was the warning shot when my friend from London texted me ‘get ready for a few days of HELL’ – I texted her back and she didn’t reply, I had no idea what was coming and it was nice of her to text me a warning with nothing else!
He jumped off the train onto our little country station, he was the only person who got off the train and I was the only person on the platform, it was like some Alfred Hitchcock porno as we approached each other, I was gonna give him a hug till he stopped short and said very nicely
“I thought you’d be less fat” (I’m 6ft, 185lbs) to which I stood looking more than a bit dumfounded, probably the most awkward greeting I have ever had from anyone! Thus began a torrent of whining from him, the guy complained about everything, a streaming chorus of disapproval about the train, my car, London, English people, my garden, the colour scheme of my house – even the smooth orange juice because he liked OJ with bits in it – I even bought Tropicana specially!
Anyhow, because I am British, like a proud Brit I used my manners and even objectionable house guests are still guests, so I soldiered on and was as nice as I could muster in the circumstances, promised to get bitty orange juice, apologised for my country not being to his liking et cetera. When we entered my house the first time I gave him the tour, the lounge, the kitchen, bathroom and the bedroom, as soon as we walked into the bedroom he had me pressed against the wall and we were kissing madly. His kisses were passionate, he might have rubbed me up the wrong way as a person, but as a lover I could feel already that he was red hot, his hands were all over me and I was moaning his name and before I even got my bearings it was over, all of a sudden we weren’t kissing and he was standing there like nothing happened.
“I hope you suck better than you kiss.” He said playfully, it was some quality negging and I am sad to say it worked!
An hour later we were in a not-so-expensive clothing store looking at the underwear section, he had an odd request to kind of sissify me, he said he refused to have his cock sucked by anyone not wearing a thong. He was a strange one, but I obliged him, it excited me too to be wanted and desired like that and between two adults it is worth trying anything at least once (with the exceptions of incest and folk dancing) We knew I was a ladies size 12 and he stood and scanned over the shelves and picked out 3 thongs that he liked. I don’t want to say anything nasty about the guy but his ‘sexy’ was my ‘90’s porn magazine readers wives tarty underwear’ – think lacy red/white/black that looks more at home as a net curtain. I ventured that maybe a silky one would be nicer but he just turned away, I huffed and as I was the one paying, I grabbed some normal ladies boxers and a nice (I thought) sheer black thong, I went to the counter trying my best not to look like the kind of guy who buys ladies underwear on his own.
The drive home was sort of pleasant, John seemed to have brightened up a bit, maybe because he thought I wasn’t kidding when I said I was up for anything, or maybe because he was a bit moody, although not always bad moody! He was always in a good mood when he thought sex was on its way, I guessed he was a bit shallow, pretty much all he talked about on the way home was himself and what he was going to do when he graduated, how much money he was going to make, how he would have better things than me and how he “couldn’t ever live in a house like mine” which I just let drop. For some reason every time he became more of an asshole or said asshole-y things it just made me want him a little more!
We got home, ate a bit, talked a bit, cuddled a bit, made out a bit, it was like the start of a really romantic night until he said I needed a shower after him, he went upstairs and left me sort of sitting there thinking of how crazy the day had been, I could hear the shower going and I started pulling the tags off the underwear we had bought. I thought about how he had kissed me, he had left no confusion that he was the boss, he had pushed me down onto my back and shoved his tongue in my mouth, he took control of things, when I reached down for his cock he grabbed my hand and held it down. I wasn’t going to do anything he didn’t want me to do. I heard the shower cut off and he called me, I grabbed the bag of undies, turned the lights off and went upstairs, he called from the bedroom
“Wash your ass.” Oh baby, so sexy.
I was in the shower, the water was quite hot and it gave me what might be called a moment of clarity. I thought of all the mean things he had said that day and how really he wasn’t a very pleasant person to be around, and all the stuff I had done that day hadn’t been appreciated or liked or anything. I seemed to be getting more angry as the time went on, in fact fuck him, I would sleep on the couch tonight, he wasn’t going to get sex from me tonight, no siree, not unless he was nice--- “Honey? Honey come to bed, wear the red one.”
Such a sappy word, I guess I am a sappy guy too because that one damn word made me feel like a happy super dancing love fairy had just kissed my brain. I practically jumped out of the shower, dried off double time and found the red lace thong, it was ugly but at this point I didn’t care, I pulled it up my legs and let it slip into my bum, slightly uncomfortable but I guessed it wouldn’t stay on long. I stepped into my bedroom and he was lying on the bed completely naked and god DAMN! I never realised until his clothes were off but John was one. Sexy. Guy. He had hair in the right places, muscles where they should be, rather cute feet and ohmygodhiscock! His cock was about 6 inches, circumcised (an oddity here unless you are Jewish/have a medical reason) and hairless, it was thick without being imposingly thick, about as thick as the average rampant rabbit vibrator and it was just damned perfect!
“Damn you look cute, turn around.” He said, I gave him a little whirl. “You have such a cute butt, bring it over here sweetie” I was over there in a flash and I crawled onto the bed my head slipping down to suck on that lovely cock, he grabbed me and pulled me round how he wanted me. My head was resting on his midriff and his hands were pawing at my rear, his fingers slipped down and ran over my asshole through the lace of the thong, I felt the warmth of his finger pressing gently against me. He wasn’t wasting any time, I pressed my lips to his glans and slowly slipped that lovely cock into my mouth, he tasted musky and slightly sour and it was neither pleasant nor awful, I let my tongue swirl and lick at the head in my mouth and let out soft moans as his fingers massaged my butt, I could feel them running slowly over it and I very lightly started to massage his balls, slowly taking his cock into my mouth and jerking it from the base, I really wasn’t sure if I could make him cum from my first time.
I felt John pull the thong out from my butt and let it rest to the side as a wet finger pressed against my ass, now he was REALLY going for it and circling slowly, it tickled a little and I kept sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow, trying to match the bobbing of my head with the strokes of his fingers, he was groaning gently so I guessed I was doing the right thing, I just kept doing what I was doing, keeping focused on rhythm, keeping my lips tight around the warm and soft length of that gorgeous cock, it was easier for my lips to slide over the full length now and I sucked slightly with each time my mouth rose up, letting my tongue tease the tip before sinking down again until I felt the head touch the back of my mouth. The hands grasped at my bum, nails scraping over skin and ending with a sharp slap and the feeling of him sitting up and shifting me off him.
He moved my hand away from his cock and shifted around so he was on his knees in front of me and I was on all fours, I took the head of his cock into my mouth again and let him take over with his hand, his other hand grasping my hair, holding my head in place as he jerked himself off. It felt like a full minute passed of him grunting and swearing before he came in my mouth, the whole time I let my tongue lick gently at the head before I felt the flood of warm, salty liquid flood over my tongue, it didn’t taste so good when I swallowed, but he ran a hand over my cheek afterwards and called me honey again afterwards so that was more than I needed.
I did wonder if we were going to do any more ‘afters’ but he seemed disinterested after he came, so no orgasm/blowjob/anyfuckingthing for me, I guessed that was all part of the dominant side of things rather than him being a selfish asshole, maybe I was wrong, I was a bit cum drunk at this point so I just slept next to him without questioning, there would be plenty more time for fun.
*
So during the night I learned a new trick, if for some reason you are trapped and stuck sleeping in a bed with your dom who refuses to let you take a thong off, you slip it down the teeniest bit and voilà! No more discomfort! That is until it’s like 3am and he can’t sleep and ‘adjusts’ it back to where it was while pawing at your ass. I took this part in good humour like the rest since there was something pretty damned sexy about being woken up by a guy who wants you so badly. We eventually woke up at 7am or something and we had a nice long cuddle and talk about what we were going to do that day, just some touring and sight seeing, nothing special. I rested my head on his chest while we were in bed and every now and then he would move my head to kiss me, running his fingers up my back every now and then. He was such a dick, but damn he knew how to take control.
We got out of bed and I grabbed some boxers from Mount Pileofshorts and there was a very definite “No.” from behind me, I gave a sigh and there he was with another thong. He made me stand still as he held it out in front of me, made me raise one foot then the other before he pulled it up till it rested on my hips and in my butt, I could tell he was really getting off on this thing so any discomfort seemed worth it.
I will spare many of the details of the day (buying things and looking at stuff, him complaining about how Denmark is nicer) but let me tell you the whole thing about wearing a thong as a guy is that it’s fine for driving, if a little fidget-y, but it just gets worse when you drive a car all day sitting next to a guy who is going to take you home and fuck you later, and you are uncomfortable because he wants you to be sexy when he does decide when he wants to take you—and you have an erection and it hurts again yey.
As soon as we walked in the door when we got home he was on me again, 2 steps inside and he tugged my jeans down, a hand slipped down the back and he was groping my butt as I was madly going for the front button, the hand down the back made it difficult to undo the button but superhuman hormone strength kicked in and before I knew it my jeans were off, my shirt across the room and he was dragging me down to my knees as he sat back on my couch and made me suck his cock, it tasted a little sweaty at the first few licks, I enjoyed the slight saltiness better than the faint taste of soap from the night before. John kept a hand on my head, fingers laced in my hair and gently coaxed me into taking his cock into my mouth, pushing down with his hand to tell me without words he wanted me to take him deeper, I managed to take his whole length with only minor gagging, I wasn’t deepthroating him, but I could feel the head pressing the back of my throat.
“That’s it baby” He groaned, I really wondered if he really had only seen sex in porn, but he called me baby so I felt happy and started getting down the business, really sucking his cock like a pro (I thought), bobbing my head as fast as I dared, trying to remember everything I had seen online about sucking a guy off, and from what I learned the night before. I was nervous but eager to please. Eventually the excess spit on the shaft made it so much easier for my mouth to slip along it, I went slowly, my eyes looking directly into his as my lips slid down and took the full length into my mouth, letting the head press on my tongue until it pressed to my throat, sucking while drawing back. I even gave him a quiet moan with each movement to let him know I was enjoying this as much as he was.
John was groaning loudly every time I slid his cock into my mouth, the hand in my hair had gone and he was running his fingers over my back, I let his dick slip out of my mouth, working it with my hand as I went for his balls, sucking on his ballsack gently, finding a tesicle and suckling at it a little harder, feeling it move inside my mouth and he let out a loud, long groan as I let my lips slip over the round mass as it popped out of my mouth, I repeated the procress with the other before simply letting my tongue lap away at his balls while my hand worked gently at his cock, he twitched and moaned in pleasure, another ‘honey’ came out of his mouth and before I knew it I had spoken.
“You can cum in my mouth if you like” I said before resuming giving his balls a tongue bath, my hand pumping a little quicker. This time I was working a little harder at making him cum without his intervention, he was just sitting back while I pleasured my man and before long he whispered that he was going to cum followed by a flood of warm sperm in my mouth again. I swallowed it and was a little grossed out at the taste by now, It wasn’t awful, but I had a sudden feeling of nausea from swallowing another load of cum, it was maybe that I realised I had set a precedent and he was allowed to just fire off in my gob any time he liked.
I rested my head on his thigh and watched his cock soften slowly, I could feel how hard I was from the large bulge in the front of the thong I was wearing, he stroked my hair a little and was very awkwardly quiet. I was still incredibly horny but I got a vibe he wanted to be left alone, so I slid away and got my clothes back on, he buttoned up his jeans and we watched a movie together without touching. Being a guy lets you understand these things better I guess, sometimes you only feel gay when you are really horny, sooner or later he would be all over me again. Maybe I’d get to cum that time.
*
By bedtime he had cheered up and apparently got a lot more horny, he headed for a shower and I cleaned up downstairs, getting things how they should be for the morning until I heard the shower shut off, I headed upstairs and he was standing at the bathroom door with a towel around his waist. He stepped towards me and our lips met in a long, lingering kiss.
“Be clean and be quick sweetie.” He said quietly, his hand dropped to my butt. “Get ready for this too.” he said as he squeezed gently. I don’t think I have ever showered so quickly, I had such a dizzy and surreal feeling swimming around my head, I was getting myself ready for my man to take me tonight. It felt damned good. I will spare the details of the preparations but I knew what I had to do for him, 5 minutes later I walked nervously into the bedroom in the black silk thong I had bought and he was sitting up in the bed as cool and gorgeous as ever, his cock was hard and he had Portishead playing on his phone.
“That one looks okay.” he said and beckoned me over, wanker, it didn’t just look okay, it looked amazing. By now I knew where he wanted me, I crawled onto the bed, rested my head on his stomach and did my best to curl up a bit, taking his now familiar cock into my mouth and hearing his contented little sigh when he felt my mouth the first time.
A hand grasped at my exposed bum, a finger slipped between my cheeks and pressed against my ass through the thin layer of silk, I focused on my task, running my tongue over his cock head and kissing the tip, I felt the hand leave and a series of squeaks next to my ear. The thong was pulled aside and a cold, lubed, finger pressed against my anus, it started circling gently and I felt light headed, it was actually going to happen today and he was going to fuck me. I felt my stomach knot up as his finger started to press inwards, I stopped sucking his cock for just a moment as I froze up, I felt my butt give way and slowly the finger sank inside me all the way, I sighed as it went in and I felt his hand push my head back down his cock. John started working his finger in my ass and I kept sucking him madly, a second finger went inside my ass and now it was a mixed feeling of discomfort and incredible, incredible lust and desire for him to fuck me. It was like a seesaw happening in my head that I wanted him to fuck me till I bled one moment and the next that he would just leave.
He solved my dilemma when he pulled his fingers out of my ass and shifted me onto my back, we were face to face and I could feel his cock wet after being sucked pressing against mine, he lay between my legs and kissed me deeply, a full on tongues and moaning kiss for what seemed like forever.
“You’ve got so much better at that” He whispered as he broke the kiss, he could feel me shaking in his arms. “Are you nervous?” I nodded and tried to speak a ‘yes’ but no sound would come out.
He kissed me some more, a lot more, his hands brushed through my hair tenderly and he comforted me, “You’ve been good to me the last few days, I promise I’ll be gentle sweetie” I blushed at that moment but I knew as well as he did that he had me, he sat up a little and rolled a condom on his cock, squirting a little lube onto it, slipping underwear to the side, pushing a pillow under my bum. He had me right where he wanted me.
“You can back out now honey.” he said looking me in the eye.
“Do it, I don’t mind” I said, I’m still not sure what I didn’t mind, but whatever!
His hands ran down my sides and stopped at my hips, he guided his cock between my cheeks and I felt the cold head pressing against my ass and slowly, ever so slowly forcing its way inside me. I turned my head to the side so he couldn’t see my face and just breathed and felt the sensations and the cock sinking into me inch by inch, it was an overwhelming feeling that shot right to my head and made it swim, I felt so light headed I barely noticed the noises I was making or my fast, shallow breaths. I could only feel those hands holding my hips fast and the final push when his legs touched my butt and he finally hilted his cock in me. The feeling was too intense for words, especially when he made me look him in the eye and kiss him, he told me I was tight and he needed to fuck me. I told him to fuck me.
He started out slowly, pulling his cock out maybe an inch and slipping it back inside, I was well lubed and it was nothing but a warm feeling of pleasure that built with each movement he made in and out, every time he pulled back he moved his cock a little further back until he was taking full strokes, pulling all the way back to the head and pressing back in till I felt him hilt again. His hands left my hips and he lay on top of me properly, a hand grabbed my hair and another hooked under my shoulder, our chests pressed together and he started to really fuck me. Hot breaths panted in my ear along with sweet nothings, I turned my head and kissed his ear and told him to fuck me harder as my fingers dug into his back and I spread my legs wide so he could fuck my ass as hard as he wanted. The feeling of that hard cock sliding in and out of me was as surreal as it was pleasurable, it was a little uncomfortable without being painful, all I could feel was the tingles and spikes of pleasure as the glans tickled my prostate, I found it hard to stay still, my back arching strongly and my ass clenching down on him.
“Stay still.” He growled in my ear as he kept fucking me hard and I did my best to stop moving and just let him take my ass how he wanted, instead of moving I found myself shouting and digging my fingers into his back it felt like I was going to freak out with the pleasure building inside me.
John started to really pound into me, he had a steady rhythm except for the few times he thrusted too eagerly and his cock slipped outside of my butt, then a quick silent moment would come as his hand guided himself back into my loosened anus with a squish of lube and the rhythmic slapping of his thighs started again, I kept whispering in his ear how I wanted him to cum inside me, every time I whispered I felt him thrust into me a little harder and he started to shake gently, grunting louder and louder until his entire body tensed up, the hand in my hair gripped tightly and downstairs I felt a warm sensation. He had cum inside the condom he was wearing but it was good enough for me! I had been on the edge of cumming when he stopped fucking me, I was almost begging him to finish me. He didn’t.
We lay together kissing and cuddling, we were covered in sweat and I couldn’t stop grinning like a cheshire cat, it was a wonderful feeling after being fucked like that to be kissed, cuddled and held in the afterglow by him, I just lay beneath him squirming as our tongues wrestled in a sloppy, wet, constant kiss. My legs were still held up in the same position that he had fucked me and his now softened cock was lodged inside, slowly he pulled it out and I felt a slight trickle of lube between my bumcheeks, he pulled the condom off his dick. He shifted to the side and lay on his back, I cuddled up to him and put my head on that fleshy bit between chest and shoulder and we rested together. “Thank you.” I said, he ran his fingers across my back and smiled, by now I had learned what he wanted and I adjusted the thong I was still wearing back to where it was.
“I’ve got till 5 tomorrow till the train leaves.” he said quietly.
“Yeah, 5ish.” I replied, if he had said that an hour ago I might have jumped for joy, now I felt a little sad.
“You won’t get much sleep, I’m going to fuck you whenever I feel like it.” He said in his arrogant way.
“Yeah.” Was all I could reply. I gently slipped out of his embrace and lay on my side of the bed, I can’t cuddle and sleep but he was on me like a shot, spooning me and holding me close. I figured even if I didn’t sleep just some shut eye would be good enough.
I have no idea how long it was until I was woken from my semi doze by hands pawing at my bum and tugging the thong from between my cheeks, I wished he would just take it off, he was ready again and already I felt the cold lube spreading over my butt and a finger pressing inside gently, I was still very loose from before. I curled up a little more and I felt his cock easily push inside me again, he seemed content to fuck me while he spooned me for a while, it was slow and not as intense as earlier, I put my hand behind his head as I lay back and we kissed long and slowly, he was still in charge of my and took my ass how he wanted, but this time he was more tender, more sensual. If earlier in the night was fucking, this was making love, there was no discomfort this time when his penis slid into me, he even gave my woefully neglected cock a few tugs, he didn’t make me cum, but he still made me feel good.
We fucked that way for half an hour, just us kissing and him slowly coming to orgasm, it was slow and tender and he never broke the slow rhythm of his cock as he came inside me again we were still using a condom and when he pulled out his load barely looked reduced from the last time he came in me, this time he took the condom off and rolled me onto my back, he smiled and inverted the condom onto my chest, a little pool of cum splattered down and I looked at him like he was crazy. Before I could protest John dipped his fingers into the pool of cum and pressed them to my lips, I had learned to trust him by now and he let me lick his cum from his fingers, it had started to taste a little gross by now, strangely it tasted worse each time. It took five trips before he had fed me all the cum, he laughed and threw the towel at me. “Clean up first cum boy.”
Again we drifted into sleep and again I was woken up by his pawing of my body, we must have been sleeping for a while because the sun had just started to bring some light into the sky. I knew this because he had shifted me around and face the window, it was easy now for his cock to slip inside me and with his hands holding me fast, he fucked me hard and took me from behind, really pounding his cock into my asshole, it wasn’t remotely pleasurable and I gasped as the air was pushed out of my lungs, gritting my teeth as his hips slapped against me. “Slowdown.” I forced out and let my hands go from under me, lowering myself down and taking a firm grip of the bedsheets, I still held my bum up for him to fuck. My face screwed up and I forced another one out. “Slower.” I gasped, and he slowed down finally, he had pushed me to the edge and now he just took long, hard thrusts into me. “Up on fours again.” He growled and I put one hand on the wall while the other held me up, I held myself steady as he thrust into me as hard as he could, it was like being rugby tackled with every hard, almost painful thrust. “I’m going to fucking cum in your mouth, slut.” He said - which was frankly a bit annoying, maybe he was fucking me for the 3rd time that night and there wasn’t any doubt I would swallow his cum and lick his cock clean, but the slut just annoyed me for some reason! I didn’t bring any of this up, obviously, and before long he pulled out of my sore asshole, slipped the condom off and let the head of his cock rest against my lower lip, he tugged himself off and there was maybe half of the cum ended up on my mouth, the rest on my face. I was happy that I had pleased him, but he was getting just a bit rough for my liking, however he was the boss tonight, so he could fuck me all he wanted, I told myself next time I would stop him sooner.
At this point I was totally exhausted and I guessed he was as well because it was late morning before he shook me awake and pulled me into a hug, I felt his hand drift down to my butt and a finger began to circle circle my anus, “It’s still a bit sore,” I said quietly He paused for a moment “Whatever. You can suck me instead then.” He pushed my head down under the covers and after a little fumbling around I lay between his legs and was working his cock with my mouth again, now and then I felt his fingers brushing over my hair and a shift of his leg, it was dark and clammy under the covers by now, but I kept going for longer than I had at any point in the last few days, I was having fun in my own little world sucking him off. After what felt like 15 minutes of just pure cock sucking I lifted the cover a little to see what he was actually doing as his hand had long left the brushing through my hair and his groans were getting more subdued, as I raised the cover and little he had both his hands in the air - he was checking facebook on his god damned phone! I couldn’t let this one stand.
“What the fuck dude?” I said.
“What? I was bored.” He replied with a shrug.
“Think I’m sucking your cock for fun or something?” I was getting a little tired of his bullshit at this point.
“It’s just boring when I’m not fucking you, you can carry on if you want.” His tone was beyond uncaring, like this was some form of entertainment for me, I slipped back down the covers and off the end of the bed.
“You’re such a fucking dick John. Are you incapable of being nice for more than 3 days in a row or something?” I was a little angry, maybe I sounded more angry than I was.
He just shrugged at me, I turned away and went to the bathroom for a shower.
*
I was still fuming and angry ten minutes later when he joined me in the shower, he had just opened the door and stepped in naked, it sounds ridiculous now that I tried to ignore him when we were literally pressed together naked. “I’m sorry.” He said, almost like he was saying it to the air. “You’re a twat.” I replied. “Yeah. Sorry. I leave in four hours.” His voice still seemed to be in dream land “I’ll still show you to the station, I’m mad at you but I’m not a total asshole.” I said quietly. “I know you’re not, you’ve been kind to me this weekend sweetie,” and he wrapped those strong arms around me, “More than I deserve, you’re a good friend.” Then he kissed me on the forehead. The bastard.
I moaned loudly into the pillow as he took my ass again, hands gripped mine as I lay on my stomach and held my butt up for him to fuck, he was still an asshole, but it was almost worth dealing with his lack of self awareness for moments like this where he took every part of me and melted it into nothing but an animalistic fuck just like this, it was blissful and stressful at the same time. Before I knew it the familiar hand was gripping my hair, not letting me have control for even a second before flooding my mouth with his cum yet again, not pulling his cock out until I had sucked every last drop of cum off the end and swallowing the load in my mouth, by now it made me want to vomit, the thought of the fifth load of cum sitting in my stomach adding to the nausea, but I would still swallow it every time he wanted it because he wanted it, and that was enough for me.
I was sure that was the last time we were going to fuck, it wasn’t long before he had to go and we packed his case together and he took some mementos of his trip including most of the underwear he had made me wear, I got to keep the lace girlboxers (which I had to wear till he left) and one of the thongs, he was a weirdo at heart but I guess I am too. We lay down on the couch downstairs and kissed like we did on that first day, it was long and passionate and his hands roamed over me again, honestly at this point I just wanted him to get the hell out and when I kissed him or we did something sexual, he generally stopped talking shit.
We kissed for what must have been an hour together on the couch, it was getting quite intense and my pants came off, leaving me in just a tshirt and the lace girlboxers, my hard cock was visible and once more he unzipped his jeans and took his cock out, he wanted me to suck it and I politely refused, reminding him he had to go in a less than twenty minutes, even while I was telling him he was nodding and tugging his cock, his glans brushed my cock through the girlboxers, he looked me in the eye as he jerked off and swore as he begged himself for release, finally he said it.
“I love you.” and at the zenith of romance he shot cum all over the front of the panties I was wearing, the warm liquid dripping through the lace and I felt a stab of warmth on my balls as he spilled himself on me. He refused to let me take the panties off, another of his little quirks.
There was an awkward silence on the way to the station, I could feel the wet stain of cum on my crotch and he said it again as we sat on a quiet part of the platform and he kissed me once more on the lips and said again, “I love you,” and I replied in my non committal way.
“Me too.”
“I hope we see more of each other in the future, I really had fun and I think we can work together, like boyfriends or something, we will talk online more about it tomorrow, ok?”
“Me too.” I said and kissed him once more.
“I’ll miss you, I’ll see you again soon.” He said as the train came into the station
“Me too.” I said and waved goodbye.
I didn’t mean it at the time, but after some thinking I thought it would be nice to do it again.
That was till about a month later when he said he was going to cut my throat in my sleep because I said Darren Bent was not a european class striker, crazy is good up to a point, up to a good point where someone is crazy enough to fuck you in the ass 5 times in a night and have those kind of passionate mood swings that make a relationship exciting, crazy up to the point where crazed sleeping murder is threatened is also pretty A-OK with me too.
But thinking Darren Bent is good enough for champions league? Now THAT, dear readers, that is where the crazy line is drawn for me.
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