So, I never wrote about my last time with Toby. It happened a year ago today. He was the last one I was with before Will. I feel like a shit that I was fooling around with others only a couple weeks before Will and I made it official. Anyhow, that is not the point.
The point is this: Toby humiliated me the last time we got together. The sad thing was, besides the fact that I knew better, was the fact that I instigated this particular hookup.
Late that night, I was sitting in bed, bored out of my mind. I could not make up my mind between playing on my computer, reading a book, or masturbating. Thinking about masturbating got me thinking about how horny I was. I sent the text, knowing it was his night off.
He called me back as soon as he got my text, asking what was up. I said I was wondering if he wanted to hang out that night. He said he would be there in 20 minutes to pick me up, wear something sexy, I knew the drill.
I wore my red negligee, one he had never seen me in, my favorite one. Twenty minutes exactly, he was texting to say he was there. Mom was already asleep, so it was easy to somewhat sneak out, though I did leave a note saying I was going to his place for a bit to hang out.
We got to his house, and walking in he started in by grabbing my ass and lightly spanking it. I said we needed to wait until we got to his room. He tried to convince me to mess around in the living room (with his parents room in plain view). He got as far as getting my shirt off before I could lead him to his room.
Once in his room, he skipped the foreplay and started just stripping my clothes down to nothing. He then undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and shoved his cock in my mouth. Not really expecting it so soon, I gagged, almost to the point of actually getting sick. Luckily I did not.
I got it just wet enough in my mouth to give it some lube so I could jerk it off instead, being as how I needed to catch my breath. Once I no longer felt like gagging, I brought my mouth back to his cock.
Already slightly pissed, I gave him a somewhat mediocre blowjob. I really just didn’t care anymore. Halfway through, I look up to see him texting someone. I stop completely and ask “What the hell? You seem a bit preoccupied…” He responds with a yeah, telling me it was his cousin.
Whatever, I thought, and went back to sucking when he put the phone back down. Soon after he gets his phone again.
Just as I am taking his cock out of my mouth to jerk it the rest of the way, thinking that there is no way in hell I am gonna let this guy cum in my mouth after the way he was acting, he shoots. All over me. Because I was not expecting it, it gets on my face, then down on my tits, and even on my thigh. “Ooops, my bad,” was all he could say, as he is finishing writing his text.
“Ummm, so do you think I could have something to clean this off please?” I ask, more furious than before. He quickly gets his pants back on and goes and gets me a wash cloth.
As I am cleaning his mess off of me, he tells me I need to hurry up, that his cousin is on his way over. I stop in mid wipe and ask “Seriously? You can’t tell him no?” He responds with a stupid excuse.
I finally get his mess off of me (as best as I could without a shower) and get dressed, feeling more and more humiliated with each piece of clothing I put back on. We then get back in his car so he could take me home.
“You’re upset, aren’t you?” he asks.
“No, not upset,” I reply shortly.
“You’re pissed, huh?”
“Oh, just a little. You really have no idea, do you?”
“I said I was sorry. It was an accident. Does this mean you won’t hang out with me anymore?”
“Oh, that sounds about right.”
A few minutes later, I was home and in the shower. He texted me two days later, asking if I wanted to hang out. I replied with a “hell no,”
He tried a few more times, over the course of a week. I always said no, and once Will and I became official, he stopped completely.