I Needed That [f/m] | 2016

It all started innocently enough. We were planning to hang out and watch movies while drawing (we are both aspiring artists with some stuff in the same gallery). We ended up chatting most of the many hours I was there. Conversation continually turned to my less than satisfying relationship. I complained about a lack of communication, lack of quality time, and a severe lack of sex, especially satisfying sex. I just wanted a good fuck so badly is what I kept saying. I couldn’t stop it. Sometimes your unconscious speaks for you.

“I have a bad problem of getting sexually attracted to my friends,” I said meaning to go into all the friendships I had fucked up by, well, fucking.

“Oh, yeah?” He was clearly intrigued with his brow lifting the weight of his thoughts. “What about this?”

“Uh, yeah, you know…” I trailed off not knowing what to say. Conversation in real life awkward situation isn’t quite like that of erotic literature.

“Yeah?” he was silent for a while. “Why not?”

He suddenly leaned over and kissed me, skipping any introductory kiss and going all in. With him on top of me, we made out for a brief moment until he pulled me into his lap. It took me a long while to grasp the situation. His difficulty unclasping my perfectly fitting bra shoved me into a slowed down decisionland. What was I doing? I was already wet and had been all day I ached for it so badly. So, why not? I had decided to not stop the unclasping and to go wherever I would go and my shirt and bra were both suddenly over my head and my heavy breasts jiggled with the commotion.

The cool air pricked at my nipples and he explored my breasts and collarbone. He grabbed my ass through my pants and by the way he was half-assing the exploration of my nipple, I could tell he was more excited for what still lied beneath. I could feel his erection through his pants and I couldn’t help but sway my hips to move against him. I wanted cock, badly.

He picked me up and carried me to his room, leaving part of my clothes behind at the base of the couch. He threw me on his bed and when I looked up, his shirt had disappeared and he slipped my pants and underwear off with a flash. I was suddenly very naked. He kissed and licked his way down my body, pausing at the inside of my thighs savoring me. He took me with his tongue, slowly lapping at my entrance and increasing speed. It felt amazing as he explored more roughly than I had even been treated. With a sudden movement, he started at my ass. No matter how much I wished I showered longer that morning, he sure didn’t seem to care. He was an ass-man, for sure. He circled the opening of my tight ass then fucked me with his tongue. I groaned in pleasure, the first sound I had made since leaving the couch. I had never thought that could feel that good. He worked his way around there for a while. I came a silent little cum that just wet me for more.

He got up from his heavenly position and leaned over me. We kissed and I tasted myself on him which turned me on even more. I felt naughty and hot all over. I wanted to be ravaged. As soon as I thought that, I felt him slid into me. No pretext or warning. I was so wet that I almost didn’t notice. He slid so easily I wanted to savor him inside of me. Instead of the slow, paced movement I was so used to, he started fucking me hard and fast. He pulled my legs above his shoulders forcing my back to curl upwards pinning me to the bed. And he rammed me. He slammed into me hard over and over and my body just ate it up. I came a few times in the first few minutes.

Just as suddenly as he entered me, he was back down lapping up my juices getting me on the verge of cumming once more. He fingered me and I bucked in pleasure having given up on trying to be quiet for his roommate. He flopped me over and relished my asshole once again, fingering my pussy. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and entered my dripping cunt again. When I say dripping, I mean dripping. I had never been that wet and horny for a cock before.

He pushed my back down and fucked me hard. I could not help but groan loudly. Fuck his roommate, I might as well put on a good show, right? He went back and forth between eating me out and fucking me countless times. I had exploded onto him countless times. We went on for literally two hours. I remember somewhere in that lovely pattern, I sucked his cock with my quivering body making it difficult to lean over and perform my best. I had come so much I felt drained of all life.

My body gave up on me. I had gotten so tensed so many times, that my body was permanently stiff and he complained of a dry mouth, ha. He brought me a glass of water and I drank it up. I made my nest of pillows and blankets, as I do after sex, and laid down winded. We just sat cuddled up next to each other, another thing I hadn’t had in a long time. But after a few minutes, started back up again. We fucked for another 45 minutes or so until I was literally raw and had to call mercy.

I slept very well and woke with a racing heart and a few kisses on my shoulder. Surely enough, another batch of passionate fucking ensued. Much of the same really, but by the gods, I sure as hell needed a good fuck. Hopefully that won't come back to bite me in the ass ;)