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Story about a young man who is forced by another. I would warn you about it, but then, that's why you came here to read it you naughty boy...
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I'm off Tindr,
I'm on Grindr.
I've stopped caring about pussy. That just leads to heartbreak, right? Cock? That only hurts my ass!
It's the Sunday, just past the night where I blowraped Andrew on my couch and I'm still crazy horny. It's weird chatting with guys. They ask me what I'm into... I shrug whatever the text equivalent is... I play hard to get... this leads to a lot of guys calling me a flake and a waste of time. Truth is, I still don't know what I want. How could I? I never asked for this, I was taken... forced.... a bitch boi
I liked their anger on Grindr. It made me hard. Sadly, angry Grindr guys does not = a stuffed throat, so all I could do is practise on that dildo. That present from UPS. That's what brown did for me. And I started thinking that dildo was Andrews cock. Some lady's man he was....
I couldn't find what I wanted on Grindr. Nothing really made me horny, except when they would get angry with me. If I played with them a bit and got them worked up. Trouble is, that would lead to blocked profiles. Not cock in my face.
Monday, I was ready to work. I was ready to... stay late at the shop... but Andrew didn't show up... mother fucker
Tuesday, no Andrew....
Wednesday...no Andrew... I asked the boss... he just says Andrew is sick and took the whole week off... bullfuckingshit he is, fucking liar
My god what am I turning into...
That's when I started calling him. I'd call during the day at first. Then by Friday, I was calling him late at night. He never wanted to talk... but he always answered the phone. He always listened to what I had to say, until he'd get pissed off, call me a faggot and hang up angry... That always made my dick it's hardest.
Saturday night, I hit gold. 2am, I called. He answered. He knew it was me. He didn't say hi, he just said, "Come over and shut yer fucking mouth about it" click
He sounded drunk
I wasted no time getting to his place. I had already showered ahead of time. I was excited. I planned.
Except when he answered the door, I could see his mind had changed in that instance. Again, "Ahhhh fuck it" mode was not in play. But he definitely was drunk. And he could barely stand.