#hookupstories

EVERYONE INVOLVED SHOULD CUM. Unless, for whatever reason, any person involved is not interested in getting off, themselves, every. single. person. should. get off. It’s a sign of shitty manners if you expect to meet up with someone, get off, and then leave them with blue balls. This has happened to me. More than once. The fuck is wrong with these guys who see that I’ve been hard the entire time we’ve been messing around, and they still just put on their clothes and leave when they’re done?!? Like, I just worked my ass off (sometimes literally) to get you off, and you leave me to jerk my own self off? Why the fuck would I invite you over just to have to end up masturbating once you’re gone? I’m so done with all these fuckboys who don’t know what good sex is. Done.

Met up with a guy the other day. We’d been chatting on Grindr for weeks. We both agreed we were looking for a friends-with-benefits deal, and we actually had normal, friendly chats about our days and everything. We were just waiting for an opportune time to meet, as both of us live with roommates. So, he finally comes over one evening when I have my house to myself. We started making out (he was a great kisser). We actually made out for a while... Clothes came off. I sucked him a little bit. He sucked me. I was having a great time. Finally, I make him cum. It was hot. Then, things got a little awkward. I hadn’t cum yet, and I’m sitting there with my boner still raging, and he just starts casually chatting about work and stuff. I’m waiting for him to shut up and help me finish... And he starts putting his clothes on. So I’m thinking, well that’s kinda rude of him. But I don’t say anything. So, he gets dressed, I walk him to the door, and he leaves. I got dressed after he left, and when I picked up my phone, I hadn’t logged out of Grindr. I tap over to my messages, and guess who’s chat history was gone? The dude had fucking blocked me as. soon. as. he. left. my. house!  Now, I’m not saying I’m a porn-star in bed or anything. But, he seemed to be having a preeeetty good time. And hell, I didn’t even bitch at him when he left me with blue balls. And HE had the nerve to block ME afterwards, with no warning whatsoever. This is why I hate men. They’re bigger pussies than the ladies.

He spoke of how attractive he found me as if he were privileged to see me. I suppose he is, I suppose we both got lucky to meet in this way. But damn, I could go for some more of that and I know he could too.