It had been a long week, the kids had extra stuff going on with school and there was a little drama with trying to sell the house, dealing with some last minute fixes, etc. I was stressed, and the way for me to relieve stress was with, well, horny stuff.
I had been talking to guys from Tinder, and found it shockingly difficult to get what I wanted. I assumed that every single guy out there would either a) be able to show me their most recent test results showing they’re safe, or b) want a handjob if they couldn’t produce it.
The amount of guys that laughed me off for asking if I could come to their place to give them a handjob is unbelievable. I see people complaining that they can’t get any matches period, and the guys that tell me I’m being crazy or childish… I’ll have to make a post at some point with some of the crazy messages I get about that.
Well, I came across Ben. Ben was an exception. He totally understood my desire, and I think he both liked and respected it. I told him up front that I really just like giving blowjobs, but I won’t do it if there’s no proof the guy is clean. I told him that if he’d be willing to show me, that I’d come over right away.
He showed me almost immediately. He was anxious. I had been drinking. I downed a few glasses of my cheap wine and when he sent me his location, I realized two things. First, I shouldn’t drive. Second, I had been spending way too much money on Ubers lately. My ex and I were still both really trying to be honest with expenses and frugal while we’re splitting assets. We both took some money from savings but honestly with first and last month’s rent, deposit on the apartment, application fees, furniture, and trying to still be a good parent, I was about tapped out.
So I was honest with him. Told him I didn’t want to drive and I couldn’t justify the price of an Uber. I mean it’s not like I’m eating rice and beans and canned foods yet, but I’ve always tried to be fairly frugal, and it was starting to get the best of me once I saw just how much Ubering I’d been doing. He asked how much it was, and I told him.
He sent me the money over Apple Pay almost instantly. He didn’t even say anything else and I just said I’d be right there.
I hailed the Uber, got in the car, and had a great chat with the Uber driver. I love when I hear someone with a thick accent driving. They always have a great story, and he was no exception.
I showed up to his place, which was a small two bedroom older house close to campus. I knocked on the door and he opened and let me in. I peered around, he asked if I wanted a drink, and I thought about it for a second. I asked if he had any wine, and he said all he had was beer. I declined.
We stood there in silence for a bit. We had literally talked about me coming over to give him a blowjob and that’s it. I just wanted to get to it, I didn’t really want to hang out. I wanted to get up a little earlier than usual for a weekend so I could go to the gym before work.
So there was a little awkward banter for a few minutes. He was pretty sexy, and I like to see my guys naked, not just their dick through their pants, so I decided I needed to be the one to make the first move.
He was wearing gray sweatpants, (which for you guys is literally the sexiest thing you can wear), so I pressed up against him, kissed him, and pulled up his shirt. He took the lead and pulled it the rest of the way up and over his head, and he did the same to me. I undid my bra and dropped it on the floor. He reached out and cupped my breasts, I kissed him again, and then I slid my hands down his hips, keeping my hands against his skin.
I slid his pants down a little, and then I got down on my knees. He was halfway hard, and I grabbed his cock with one hand and gave it a few strokes while he got all the way there. Once he was fully hard, I slowly slid him into my mouth. He stepped out of one side of his pants, opening his legs a little, and I was able to sit myself back a little bit since he was now the right height.
There wasn’t any romance to this night. I was horny, and I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to do it fast. I started moving at a medium pace. I typically start slow, with lots of teasing, but tonight was the first night that we had discussed the plan, which was for us to meet, me to suck his dick, and then I would leave.
He seemed to like the pace. He tightened his legs and one started trembling quickly. I didn’t change my rhythm at all. I just kept going, steady and deep. He started moaning and breathing hard, and I slipped out and gave his head a few really, really hard sucks and he grunted hard.
I then went back to the original pace, and he asked if he should cum on my tits. I didn’t answer him, I just pulled back and started sucking on the tip again, as hard as I could, and he exploded. I quickly took him as far back into my throat as possible while I felt him pulsing with my tongue. I kept him in the back of my mouth until he finished with his twitches and then I finally slowly released him.
My legs were absolutely burning at this point, so I shifted back, sitting on my butt with my knees on both sides of his legs. His pants were wadded up to the side under my right knee. I reached up, grabbing his cock and I gave a few small strokes, then I wiped a few small drips of cum with my thumb.
He took a small step back, but since his pants were trapped under my leg, he sort of stumbled backwards a little. I quickly raised my leg so he wouldn’t fall. We had a really good laugh at that. I asked him how long it would take him for a second round, and he said he hadn’t ever tried.
I asked him how long he thought, if he could do it again in 15 minutes, and he said it was possible. He pulled his pants back on and I grabbed my shirt. I started putting my bra on, and he asked if I was serious, if I would do it again, and I told him I needed to wake up early, so if he wanted another one, it would have to be like 15 minutes because that was all the time I really had.
He kind of laughed, and said that if I wanted there to be a better shot at it, that I should keep my shirt off. I thought about it for a few seconds and then said fine, I’ll take a beer. I figured I had already done stuff to him, and I was fully topless the whole time, so it’s not like there was any secret to hide.
I drank about half the beer over 15 minutes while we chatted and asked him if he thought it was a possibility, and he told me that although he would absolutely love it because it was one of the best blowjobs he’d ever had, he really didn’t think he could cum again. I said it was fine, and I started getting dressed. I told him I needed to go, I hit the Uber and thanked him for paying for it.
He laughed and said it was his pleasure, said he would pay for it anytime, and the Uber arrived after like 2 minutes. I apologized for not finishing the beer, told him I had fun, and I left.
Afterward
I went home and used my vibrator while just looking at his Tinder photos. Ben was super hot, the night was hot, and I absolutely loved just showing up and not really dealing with the b.s. that leads up to the fun. Thinking about it while masturbating got me off insanely well.
A few days went by, and I had been thinking about how he said he would “Pay for it” any time, and I started getting really self conscious about this. I didn’t want to be a prostitute, especially not for just a few dollars. I mean I guess not for any money, but especially for $1.86, which is why I posted to Reddit asking. The comments were pretty amusing, and reassured me that no, I’m not a prostitute because I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the fun. Later, I went back into Uber and added a tip so that I didn’t have that guilt. I gave the driver home a $10 tip, and then I realized that I didn’t tip the first driver, but oh well, no big deal. Someone asked if I felt better knowing I spent money to give a BJ and yes, I actually did, because then it’s absolutely obvious I didn’t do it for any money.