This all started three years ago when I met Cindy Junior year of undergrad at Ohio State. I’m Blake. We’re both from Orange, Texas.
We both knew some of the same people back home, and they knew we went to school together, so after being nudged by relatives and friends on both sides we started dating.
She’s beautiful, funny, and I love everything about her.
Senior year everything was going so well, I decided to pop the question.
She said yes.
And that’s where everything started leading me to this point.
I didn’t have any ideas about the wedding… decorations, venue, etc.
Instead I left it all to Cindy, her best friends, and her bitch of a mother.
Cindy and her BFF fag Chad, who would awkwardly service as her maid of honor, (more on that later) basically did everything. It became apparent that they were planning a much larger, more expensive wedding than I’d assumed, or that we could afford for that matter.
I mean, with graduation coming, I thought it would’ve made more sense to do something simple at the courthouse in our hometown, then pay for dinner at a local restaurant for our closest family and friends.
I’m a simple guy from a humble, country family.
I grew up in Orange, Texas playing peewee, middle school, and varsity before getting recruited to Ohio State on a full scholarship for football. That’s why I’m in such good shape. Though I go to the gym and participate in my team workouts, my 6’3″ 210 physique is mostly due to good home cooked meals and tending to the farm.
Back in Orange, my weekends consisted of transporting bales of hay, tending to our family farm, and church.
Simple.
But SIMPLE wasn’t the direction they were heading with planning this wedding… and I don’t think Cindy was the culprit. Instead, it was her BFF Chad who she’d met freshman year.
Before me, it was Chad who she spent all her time with. They went to brunch, day parties, and weekend road trips together.
Then, sophomore year they moved off campus together. This wouldn’t have been a problem but it was a one bedroom apartment!
This meant whenever I’d go over Cindy’s for a little “Netflix and Chill,” there was Chad, the weirdo theater kid, interrupting our couples vibe cuddled up on the couch to come into the living room to show her a silly Instagram video or gossipy screenshot from his group text.
What was even more annoying is the fact that Chad is an Ohio State cheerleader. So whenever we had an out of state game where we’d get to travel and I’d bring Cindy… there was Chad.
Anyway, the wedding went off without a hitch and we went into a lot of debt because of it.
Add that to Cindy’s student loans and we were in over our heads.
While our plan was to get a home together, it just wasn’t in the picture.
I’d lived in student provided housing all 4 years due to my scholarship paying for it, so it made sense for me to move in with Cindy and Chad temporarily.
Believe it or not, it actually started to work out, too.
Now that Cindy and I had graduated, it was time for us to find real, full-time jobs so that we could climb out of debt.
In the meantime, Cindy and I shared the bedroom and Chad slept on the couch.
The more I got to know him, he was actually pretty cool, and he kept Cindy out of my way and off my back.
On days I wanted to just chill and play NBA 2K on PlayStation, I could because they were out to brunch and shopping.
He had one year left, so he was on campus most of the day and Cindy and I were at home fucking like rabbits.
Eventually, Cindy got on with as a fellow with law firm and the light at the tunnel was starting to reveal itself. All that was left was for me to get a job, too.
As time went on, Cindy started to get a little pissed about the fact that she was going to work every day and I was staying at home playing PlayStation… or at least that’s what she’d assumed I was doing.
But I wasn’t… well, that’s not all I was doing. I was applying for jobs all over the place. I just couldn’t get an interview no matter how hard I tried, and when I did, I didn’t get past the first interview. No call backs.
Then things took a turn for the worst…
The last thing we needed to happen, happened…
Cindy got pregnant.
Sure, she was excited to give me the news after she’d took a take-home pregnancy test from the pharmacy and followed it up with a doctor’s appointment…
She was ecstatic.
Thrilled.
Chad was, too.
Me?
I was petrified.
How TF were we going to afford a baby?
And where was it going to sleep? In our little one bedroom apartment with our roommate Chad who sleeps on the sofa because I don’t have a job?
I faked excitement for the first week… then month… then before you knew it she was in the third trimester.
She was now 7 months pregnant and it had been 7 months since we’d had sex.
It’s as if she got pregnant and her sex drive went down hill.
There were nights I would literally beg her to have sex… or even just give me head.
Nothing.
She wouldn’t even touch me.
My old trick of cuddling her from behind as Big Spoon while rubbing my throbbing cock against her ass did absolutely nothing.
So I resorted to porn and jacking off…
Or rather TRYING to Jack off.
I say this because I couldn’t get any privacy at home. Either Chad was home walking in and out of our room to use the only restroom that was in the bedroom. Or Cindy was home.
I was bursting at the seams and it had been too long since I’d jizzed.
My balls were full at that point with no clear way to release.
I’d considered buying one of those pocket pussy toys, but without a steady paycheck, I didn’t have the funds. All the money coming in was from Cindy at that point.
I found it a bit disrespectful that Chad would bring random guys over in the living room.
I mean, technically, it’s his space, but still.
There were several occasions where I sat in the bedroom with the door closed and could clearly hear Chad in the living room giving some guy a blow job on the sofa.
It’s almost like he was doing it on purpose…
This was my existence.
Then it happened.
Me, Cindy, and Chad were all sitting in the living room watching reruns of “Golden Girls” (their choice, clearly) and Cindy started having abdominal pains.
She was only 7 months so it was way too soon for the baby to come.
Then she started leaking.
Chad and I helped her to the car and we rushed to the emergency room.
I was so scared.
While I knew I wasn’t ready for this baby, I didn’t want to lose it.
I was an emotional wreck.
Chad stayed there the whole time at the hospital waiting room with me.
He was a real champ.
I looked over and there he was with tears in his eyes. He really cared.
Eventually they let us back to see Cindy who had clearly been crying as well.
The doctor came and explained that we basically have to play the waiting game for the next few hours.
When he left, I asked Cindy if she needed anything and in clear Cindy fashion she gave me a list.
Chad and I headed back to the house to get clothes for her, her cell phone charger–stuff like that.
We then went back to the hospital. Apparently she’d also talked to her family and they were on their way up from Texas.
Chad and I spent the night in her hospital room.
Me on a bed that folded out from the love seat, and Chad slept balled up like a fetus in a chair next to Cindy’s bed.
I didn’t really get much rest.
Neither did Chad or Cindy.
We basically dozed on and off the whole night.
The next day Cindy’s parents arrived. I couldn’t help but feel that there was some sort of disdain from her parents… as if I had something to do with this… or the fact that I wasn’t working yet.
I can’t recall specifically, but there were a few passive aggressive remarks from her mom that got the point across.
Cindy insisted that I go home and get some rest.
I think she did this because she could sense the tension building up between her parents and I.
Chad said he’d leave, too.
Our ride home was silent.
Neither of us said a word.
When we got home I went straight for the bar cart…
Jack Daniels…
After the day I’d just had, I needed something to settle my mind.
I took a few chugs and went to start a shower.
There’s something about the warm water hitting you that soothes the soul.
There I was… eyes closed… bottle in hand attempting to wash away the deep heavy feelings filling my head.
Before I knew it, the bottle was empty.
And so was I.
I’d lost track of time.
My hands were wrinkled…
The water wasn’t even hot anymore.
I turned it off, then barely dried off.
I didn’t even throw on a shirt or underwear… just a pair of basketball shorts.
Stepping out of the shower I tripped over the edge and fell… hitting my face against the counter.
Damnit!
I climbed up and looked into the mirror.
There was blood.
Shit!
Then for some reason I started crying…
Not alligator tears, but really bawling,
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the knot growing on my face; or the blood coming from it.
It wasn’t my wife in the hospital with my unborn child either.
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the fact that I didn’t have a job or a way to support my growing family…
It was all of these things.
Chad came around the corner…
“Blake, are you okay? I heard you fall.”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” I responded as I cleared the tears from my eyes and sniffled.
Then, without thinking I just hugged Chad and continued crying for a few moments.
He hugged me back.
Eventually he walked me to the sofa and sat next to me.
“I know Blake, there’s a lot going on right now,” Chad said as he put his hand on my thigh.
“Yeah, there is,” I replied.
There was something comforting about Chad’s hand resting on my thigh.
Him, knowing I have homophobic tendencies sometimes looked down at his hand and removed it… apologizing.
“No, you’re fine, Chad,” I told him… grabbing his hand to put it right back where it was.
“Chad, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you around here,” I told him. I’m pretty sure the liquor had loosened me up a bit.
“I don’t care that you’re gay. Your’e a good dude, a really good dude, you know?”
“You’re just so good man,” I said looking into his eyes.
By now my Dick was starting to grow.
I hadn’t had anyone touch me in so long.
A simple, comforting hand on my thigh was getting an erection out of me.
Chad and I locked eyes.
He looked so confused… scared… it was cute.
“It’s okay Chad,” I said as I grabbed his hand again and this time placed it on my now throbbing 8 inches of tube steak.
Chad started massaging my cock through my thin blue nylon basketball shorts.
I looked down and it was now poking through the bottom, showing itself. Throbbing to the bear of my heart.
While looking me dead in the eye, Chad climbed off the sofa and up between my legs while on his knees.
Continuing to stroke my Dick through the leg of my shorts.
Then he licked the precum that had been sitting right at the tip.
This sent shockwaves through my body.
His soft, smooth little hands caressing the monster between my thighs that hadn’t had any attention in months.
Then Chad put the top 2-3 inches inside his warm, wet mouth and started sucking on it like a vacuum.
The slurping sounds were driving me crazy.
He continued sucking, then opened his mouth extra wide before going alllllll the way down my shaft.
My penis was now in chads throat as he played with my heavy balls which were now contracting uncontrollably.
He came up for air…
Continuing to stroke…
His face and eyes now red due to the 8 seconds he just spent without oxygen as my Dick throbbed resting in his air passage.
Then he went down once more before coming up for air a second time.
By now I was writhing in ecstasy… waiting to cum.
He climbed of his knees and onto the sofa and took his pants and underwear off…
facing me with one smooth, athletic, twink leg on each side…straddling me.
Without even taking my shorts off he took my penis through the same leg he was just sucking it and grabbed it with his right hand.
He licked the palm of his hand letting the spit pool in the center before reaching around and lathering up my dick.
In one fell swoop he eased my throbbing, deprived cock into the warm, tight, gushy confines of his insides.
He was so warm.
I almost came right then.
He threw his head back in lustful agony as I took my hands grabbing his glutes.
They were so smooth, soft and firm.
His tight, hairless ass clenched my Dick as he started bouncing up and down on me.
I was so enthralled I couldn’t even speak.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head…
Then I mouthed
“Ride that cum out of me”
“Chad was now bouncing on my throbbing Dick… milking it for all it was worth.”
Then, I could feel my orgasm building up inside me…
“I’m…. I’m cuhhh…. I’m”
And just then my cock snot spewed inside Chad’s hot, right, twink, ass…
My balls jerked as I convulsed under this hairless twink.
He hopped off right then and back on his knees to nurse three more ropes of my cock snot that shot out like a cannon across his face…
Some getting in his eye and nose.
I laid there fully spent…
Exhausted…
But relieved…
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
If you made it this far with the story, you’re probably there, too.