Helping a friend #6
equally powerful forces of fear and desire were tearing at me. Fuck it. I need to do something to get me out of this. I pulled into the parking lot of that nasty building. Adrenaline was surging through me. It was too much. How could I do this? I can't breathe. My vision became more intense, I started seeing details I had not seen before.I spotted a homeless guy near the dumpster in the back. He spotted me and started walking towards my car. This was all so ugly. I can't.
It was getting near 6pm. I just have to make it through this day. I drove back out and headed back to my house.
I turned down my street, there was a car in my driveway. "what the fuck?" Tommy... 6:30 on a Thursday evening and he is passed out in his car in my driveway.
I knocked on the window. He opened his eyes and looked at me. DUDE! Sorry for just showing up like this but I needed a place to decompress. I feel like I am running out of places to turn to.
I said words that didn't match up with my feelings at all. I said,
"I don't know why you feel that way. I told you to come here if you needed to"
I had this way of acting above it all that made me feel detached from myself.
"Are you drunk?"
He looked at me funny and said "no, I am just a little fucked up in the head. I haven't been sleeping. We aren't really fighting but we aren't really talking anymore either. It is really bad.
"Come on inside. You aren't the only one who is having relationship problems."
I started walking to the front door before he had a chance to respond. I was in the house before I heard the car door close. I pulled a couple of frozen dinners out of the freezer and put them in the microwave.
He sat at the table looking dejected and said, "how did things get so fucking complicated?"
I wasn't feeling very generous. I was fucking angry. This mother fucker had it all.
My life was shit and I was supposed to be his little emotional clean up boy.
I don't know Tommy. What did you do to her? What changed?
He got quiet. The food was ready and I put it down in front of him. He just stared at it like a zombie.
I sat down and started eating. God, I was starving. I hadn't been eating right for weeks now. Ever since this mother fucker turned my life upside down. Ever since I let him into my life again. The food was helping me calm down.
It is crazy that an hour ago I was losing my shit, I was debilitatingly overwhelmed with this obsession to suck cock and now that the bastard who started it all is back in my lair I am just irritated and pissed. That was when my mind shifted. What if I just got him to jerk off again. What if we jerked off like when we were in high school. I need to stop being so fucking passive and get him where I want him.
"Dude!. Just eat some food" He started to eat, we were quiet for a minute or so and he started to unravel like a waterfall.
Ever since we had our first one the sex got more colorless and less frequent. It was ok for a while but at some point I started to break. We fought a lot and were about to break up and on drunken night we fucked, I hardly remember it but she was knocked up again. It has just been shitty for so long I don't remember what it is to feel good. Fuck! I did what you said. I have tried. But when the best sex you have had in years was jerking off to a queer John Holmes video on your best friends computer. THAT IS A FUCKING PROBLEM! And no! I didn't do anything to her. I have fucked a couple of sluts along the way but she doesn't know about it and I don't know that she would even care.
That part about jerking off to queer John Holmes made me feel a little sick. All the obsessive intrusive desires hit me like a hammer.
He shoveled the food into his mouth and looked at me inquisitively and said through a mouthful of food, Are you OK? You don't look right.
I shook it off and asked, "why queer John Holmes?"
"oh, I don't know.... Didn't we used to watch that shit?"
"not queer John Holmes, we watched him fucking women."
"well yea, I don't know. Who cares? Fucking is fucking sometimes. Sometimes any fucking is the best fucking. I mean, I love having a partner. I miss what I had with her. I never had that kind of intimacy with anyone. Where love and sex is in harmony. But sometimes you just need to fuck. And when it is all one way something is missing. I need it both ways. I sometimes think I am not built for monogamy. I am just not wired that way. I need a beer. I need more than one. Lets go to the store.
We were at the store and back in a half hour that felt like a minute or a year. I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. Then I thought of the taste of his cum, that tingling feeling it left in my mouth... I remembered what I needed.
He had 3 in him in less than a half hour.
Things lightened up. He started talking about when things were good with his wife. "dude! she could be a fucking a****l. The first time I fucked her in the ass. Oh my god! she was so fucking tight I thought she would break apart. She was crying and begging me to fuck he tight little ass hole at the same time. Crying, Fuck me harder you fucking bastard! Dude, she could be such a fucking slut.Tears running down her face from the pain and begging for more.Oh! and I gave it to her dude. Lets look at some porn. Do you still do that shit? Remember how we used to jerk off together? That was pretty fucked up? Have you fucked around with any other guys since then?
I was frozen...
Have you?
I said, no man. I haven't. Have you?
Yea... In college, The pledges in the frat. It was all part of the deal. It was like you had to suck cock to get in and you had to get your cock sucked to let the new guys in.Cock in cock out. It wasn't even like sex. It was just a ritual. But some of the guys liked it more than others and it was a source of easy release on drunken nights. It was kind of like.... easy I guess. And it could be fucking hot sometimes. Holy shit! I never told anyone that before. soooo, That was why queer John Holmes. It was like a said before, sometimes you need to fuck for the sake of fucking.Man,,, I am getting horny as fuck. What do you say we... Ya know, like old times.
I hopped up, went to the office and turned on the computer. Tommy pushed me aside and said, Lets see what you have been watching. The first one that popped up was a glory hole video. A guy making his wife suck cock after cock and swallowing all of the cum. If some dripped out of her mouth he would pick it up off her little tits and feed it to her with his fingers.
I was terrified the first video would be some gay ass fucking shit.
He sat down and hummed, that is nice... There were a few more like that and then he did a search for ass fucking. My stomach was in knots and I was hard as a rock waiting for him to pull out his cock.I was trying not to let him see but I was glancing at his crotch in hopes of seeing his get hard. I was so fucked up. he had all the power. he rubbed himself through his pants when he put on a young 18 year old girl getting seduced with money.
he said, the last bitch I was fucking was a hot skinny little 20 year old. Oh my god was she tiny and tight!. He rubbed himself harder and the video ended. He stood up, "I need more beer. Come on, you drive"
It was getting near 6pm. I just have to make it through this day. I drove back out and headed back to my house.
I turned down my street, there was a car in my driveway. "what the fuck?" Tommy... 6:30 on a Thursday evening and he is passed out in his car in my driveway.
I knocked on the window. He opened his eyes and looked at me. DUDE! Sorry for just showing up like this but I needed a place to decompress. I feel like I am running out of places to turn to.
I said words that didn't match up with my feelings at all. I said,
"I don't know why you feel that way. I told you to come here if you needed to"
I had this way of acting above it all that made me feel detached from myself.
"Are you drunk?"
He looked at me funny and said "no, I am just a little fucked up in the head. I haven't been sleeping. We aren't really fighting but we aren't really talking anymore either. It is really bad.
"Come on inside. You aren't the only one who is having relationship problems."
I started walking to the front door before he had a chance to respond. I was in the house before I heard the car door close. I pulled a couple of frozen dinners out of the freezer and put them in the microwave.
He sat at the table looking dejected and said, "how did things get so fucking complicated?"
I wasn't feeling very generous. I was fucking angry. This mother fucker had it all.
My life was shit and I was supposed to be his little emotional clean up boy.
I don't know Tommy. What did you do to her? What changed?
He got quiet. The food was ready and I put it down in front of him. He just stared at it like a zombie.
I sat down and started eating. God, I was starving. I hadn't been eating right for weeks now. Ever since this mother fucker turned my life upside down. Ever since I let him into my life again. The food was helping me calm down.
It is crazy that an hour ago I was losing my shit, I was debilitatingly overwhelmed with this obsession to suck cock and now that the bastard who started it all is back in my lair I am just irritated and pissed. That was when my mind shifted. What if I just got him to jerk off again. What if we jerked off like when we were in high school. I need to stop being so fucking passive and get him where I want him.
"Dude!. Just eat some food" He started to eat, we were quiet for a minute or so and he started to unravel like a waterfall.
Ever since we had our first one the sex got more colorless and less frequent. It was ok for a while but at some point I started to break. We fought a lot and were about to break up and on drunken night we fucked, I hardly remember it but she was knocked up again. It has just been shitty for so long I don't remember what it is to feel good. Fuck! I did what you said. I have tried. But when the best sex you have had in years was jerking off to a queer John Holmes video on your best friends computer. THAT IS A FUCKING PROBLEM! And no! I didn't do anything to her. I have fucked a couple of sluts along the way but she doesn't know about it and I don't know that she would even care.
That part about jerking off to queer John Holmes made me feel a little sick. All the obsessive intrusive desires hit me like a hammer.
He shoveled the food into his mouth and looked at me inquisitively and said through a mouthful of food, Are you OK? You don't look right.
I shook it off and asked, "why queer John Holmes?"
"oh, I don't know.... Didn't we used to watch that shit?"
"not queer John Holmes, we watched him fucking women."
"well yea, I don't know. Who cares? Fucking is fucking sometimes. Sometimes any fucking is the best fucking. I mean, I love having a partner. I miss what I had with her. I never had that kind of intimacy with anyone. Where love and sex is in harmony. But sometimes you just need to fuck. And when it is all one way something is missing. I need it both ways. I sometimes think I am not built for monogamy. I am just not wired that way. I need a beer. I need more than one. Lets go to the store.
We were at the store and back in a half hour that felt like a minute or a year. I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. Then I thought of the taste of his cum, that tingling feeling it left in my mouth... I remembered what I needed.
He had 3 in him in less than a half hour.
Things lightened up. He started talking about when things were good with his wife. "dude! she could be a fucking a****l. The first time I fucked her in the ass. Oh my god! she was so fucking tight I thought she would break apart. She was crying and begging me to fuck he tight little ass hole at the same time. Crying, Fuck me harder you fucking bastard! Dude, she could be such a fucking slut.Tears running down her face from the pain and begging for more.Oh! and I gave it to her dude. Lets look at some porn. Do you still do that shit? Remember how we used to jerk off together? That was pretty fucked up? Have you fucked around with any other guys since then?
I was frozen...
Have you?
I said, no man. I haven't. Have you?
Yea... In college, The pledges in the frat. It was all part of the deal. It was like you had to suck cock to get in and you had to get your cock sucked to let the new guys in.Cock in cock out. It wasn't even like sex. It was just a ritual. But some of the guys liked it more than others and it was a source of easy release on drunken nights. It was kind of like.... easy I guess. And it could be fucking hot sometimes. Holy shit! I never told anyone that before. soooo, That was why queer John Holmes. It was like a said before, sometimes you need to fuck for the sake of fucking.Man,,, I am getting horny as fuck. What do you say we... Ya know, like old times.
I hopped up, went to the office and turned on the computer. Tommy pushed me aside and said, Lets see what you have been watching. The first one that popped up was a glory hole video. A guy making his wife suck cock after cock and swallowing all of the cum. If some dripped out of her mouth he would pick it up off her little tits and feed it to her with his fingers.
I was terrified the first video would be some gay ass fucking shit.
He sat down and hummed, that is nice... There were a few more like that and then he did a search for ass fucking. My stomach was in knots and I was hard as a rock waiting for him to pull out his cock.I was trying not to let him see but I was glancing at his crotch in hopes of seeing his get hard. I was so fucked up. he had all the power. he rubbed himself through his pants when he put on a young 18 year old girl getting seduced with money.
he said, the last bitch I was fucking was a hot skinny little 20 year old. Oh my god was she tiny and tight!. He rubbed himself harder and the video ended. He stood up, "I need more beer. Come on, you drive"
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