Wanna make her wet?
My first TRUE LIFE story for Fleshbot, y’all! Do you think I’m an asshole or a pimp?
This scene reminds me of a situation I found myself in years ago, when I began trolling a seriously sexy dude on Grindr. After weeks of staring at the handful of photos he sent—some from the beach, some from the gym, all including cock shots—we decided to meet up and, ahem, get to know each other. He spent a few hours in my bed but wasn’t able to stay, citing his “boyfriend” as the reason why he had to be home at a reasonable hour. This was the first time I heard about his boyfriend, but I didn’t plan on seeing him again, so who was I to care?
Fast-forward a month, when I swap numbers with a cutie grinding my dick on the dancefloor of a local bar. A week passed, and though I managed to get him in my bed on Saturday afternoon, he wanted to just talk before we got down to business. Ugh.
I learned about his job, his family, and the boyfriend he was constantly having problems with. “I think he’s sleeping around,” said the boy in my bed. “And I’m thinking I should just start doing the same.”