I said we could kiss and make out but I don't wanna go too far, but once you start getting into it you just pin me down and put your hand in my pants like that conversation never happened. Who cares if I'm clearly panicking and trying to push you away? We were already getting physical and I said I was fine with it

like, guys who are nerdy virgins, constantly touching themselves. they've been daydreaming for months about fucking you, but have always been to scared to get close. maybe one night at a party, he's finally drunk enough to make a move. his movements are sloppy and unpracticed, he doesn't really know where to touch, just that he wants to feel every inch of you. it's cute how easily he's getting hard, so you offer to suck him off. he's grateful, overjoyed, he didn't think this would ever happen. but the moment his aching cock meets your lips, he stations an iron grip on your head, fucking mercilessly into your mouth. not out of malice, but pure, depraved need. you just feel so good to him, he can't stop himself. you start choking, he doesn't notice, he's just thinking about how badly he wants to cum down your throat.