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Brian – My First Boyfriend and Wet Humping
First Meeting
I met Brian when I was at University. I had just turned 19. I was studying accountancy and he was studying arts. We had little in common apart from our social ineptitude which was what brought us together in the first place. He was incredibly good looking but had the most appalling social skills, even worse then mine. I had never been a social person and kept to myself at Uni. I had no friends there and had no time for social activities anyway. I was living in a flat on my own, stacking supermarket shelves at night and doing book keeping work for some local businesses to support myself through Uni.
I always had my lunch in a small, neglected courtyard behind the science block where nobody would bother me. I enjoyed the solitude and the quiet there. One day I was horrified to find him sitting there in my private little place having his lunch.
I almost walked away but there was nowhere else I could have lunch without being surrounded by people. So, I thought one person was better than a crowd so I sat back down and ignored him. This went on for weeks. We’d have lunch together but not actually together, we never spoke to each other or even acknowledged each other’s existence.
It was weird, but better than eating in a crowd. After a while I got used to him being there and his presence didn’t bother me. After weeks of sitting in silence, one day on his way out, he stopped and offered me an apple.
“Do you want this? I don’t want it.” He said.
“Thank you.” I said. I loved apples.
Those were the first words we had ever spoken and the first time we had even acknowledged each other’s existence. After that he brought an apple every day and would just leave it on the bench beside me without a word, glance at me nervously, then scurry off like a frightened rabbit.
I knew he was weird. He was painfully shy, nervous and didn’t seem to have any friends. He obviously preferred to be alone rather than join in with the other students at lunchtime. He was a lot like me.
I was lonely. Sort of lonely. I was away from home for the first time and even though I had been dying to get away from home and my idiot parents, I felt detached and alone. I had four close friends when I was at school but I rarely saw them these days.
I never imagined he was interested in me as a girlfriend but I thought, like me, he may just want a friend. I was 19, skinny, titless, unattractive, lacking in the social graces and social skills. I always wore baggy cargo pants, t shirt, a jacket two sizes too large for me and boots. I felt safe and secure in this out fit and it was like my uniform.
I was physically uncoordinated, clumsy, goofy and weird. I had always excelled with schoolwork but that was the only thing in life I had ever been good at.
I had no interest in boys or sex. My sexual experience, apart from some experimental fooling around with my girl friends, consisted of my best friend’s older brother sticking his cock in me and cumming straight way and giving a guy a disastrous blowjob in exchange for him taking me to a school dance.
Boys had never shown any interest in me other than teasing me mercilessly about my goofy appearance and my tiny, almost non existent tits.
The Start of a Friendship.
Brian began to say things to me every time he left the apple for me every day, rather than actually trying to start a conversation with me.
“It’s nice here, isn’t it? Quiet.”
He would hand me the apple, say something like that and scurry away as if he was terrified I might actually answer him back. I did one day.
I said. “Sit down.”
I don’t know why I said it. It just came out. We were so pathetic. The whole thing was so pathetic. He reluctantly sat down and we sat in silence while I ate the apple he had given me.
When he got up to leave he said. “See you tomorrow.”
The next day I went and sat beside him and so began a few months of sitting together eating our lunch, occasionally saying things to each other but never having an actual conversation.
Our first conversation was about our future plans. He asked me if I had any plans for my future. I had a very clear cut plan and I told him. I was going to get my accountancy degree, set myself up in private practice, build up a client base and live a safe, secure life.
He thought about that for a long time then said.
“That’s not much of a dream.”
“It isn’t a dream.” I said. “It is a plan.”
“It’s not much of a plan.”
I had thought it was an excellent plan but he suddenly made me think about it and I realised it was not much of a life I had planned for myself.
He had big plans but in time I came to realise his plans far exceeded his abilities. He wanted to be a photographer and travel the world. He was going to do fashion photography, be a photographer for the stars and do serious work as a photo journalist.
He ended up being a commercial photographer taking pictures of products for magazine advertisements.
So, we slowly and hesitantly became friends. We had lunch together every day and we talked. He shared a flat with three other students and began to spend time at my flat to get away from the noise, the mess and his flatmates. Sometimes we’d both study but usually he watched TV or played computer games while I studied. Sometimes when I worked at night he would sleep on the couch, just to get away from the noisy flat he shared.
We both enjoyed peace and quiet and not having other people around. We became loners together.
The Dead Cow
His parents were very wealthy and had forced him to go to Uni even though he could have done a one year photography course to qualify as a photographer. They owned an abandoned farmhouse not far out of town they had bought purely as an investment for it’s land value.
Brian told me about it and how he liked to spend the weekends out there to get away from it all and just enjoy the peace and quiet. He invited me out there for the weekend and we began to go out there every weekend.
The farmhouse was neglected and rundown but was still liveable. There was running water but no electricity so we took canned food with us and slept on the floor in sleeping bags. It was really nice out there and we used to wander along the creek and go walking in the bush.
We were not like boyfriend and girlfriend in any way. We were two lonely misfits who could tolerate each others company.
That all changed for me the day we found a dead cow in the creek. Brian said it would poison the creek and we had to get it out. The previous owners of the farm must have just walked out and left everything behind because there was a huge shed full of farm machinery there.
The only thing we could find though that worked was a hand winch. Brian hooked it up to a large tree near the creek and wrapped chains around the body of the dead cow. He began to slowly work the winch and haul the dead cow out of the creek.
I felt sad about the poor cow dying but this was an exciting adventure for me. It was the most exciting thing I had done for a long time and I tried to help as much as I could. Brain was on the creek bank working the winch and I was in the creek with the dead cow making sure the chains didn’t slip off it.
It was slow, hard, disgusting, smelly work and it was a stinking hot day. Inch by inch that cow slowly made it’s way up the bank out of the creek. I was wearing a baggy t shirt and my cargo pants and Brian was wearing jeans and a t shirt.
I was pretty busy adjusting those chains because they kept slipping off the cow but I glanced up and Brian and I saw he had taken his shirt off.
My heart stopped in my chest.
I thought Oh My God not only is he incredibly good looking, he’s got this incredible body. His muscles were bulging as he worked the winch and I found myself standing in the creek, water up to my waist just staring at his naked chest and his arms.
For the first time in my life I felt sexually attracted to a man. Or boy. Or whatever. The sight of Brian, bare-chested, working that winch was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I was shocked and horrified to realise that I wanted him. I tried to imagine what it would feel like kissing him, feeling his arms around me, and making love with him.
He bounded down the creek and grabbed my shoulders the way a man grabs another man.
“Great job.” He cried out.
We had the cow out of the creek now, right up on the bank.
Reality hit me like a thunderbolt. He was so good looking and had such a great body and I knew that in time he would get over his insecurities, develop some social skills, especially when he realised how physically attractive he was. Then women would be all over him.
He would never go for a skinny, titless, sexless little weirdo like me and he had never shown the slightest interest in me in that way. I felt depressed and angry for the rest of the weekend but Brian assumed it was because of the cow dying.
“You smell like dead cow.” He said with a laugh making me feel even worse.
We both did. Brian had got dead cow on him when he had attached the chains and I had been in the creek with it too adjusting the chains on it.
Brian said we could clean up in the outside shower so we didn’t track dead cow into the house and I went into a full blown panic attack. I couldn’t shower outside in the open where he could see me or might see me. I couldn’t let him see me naked. Not my skinny arms, skinny legs, knobbly knees, bony hips, scrawny ass and flat chest.
“It’s OK. It’s OK.” He said holding my shoulders. “We’ll get you cleaned up.”
He thought I was upset about the smell. We trudged back to the farmhouse, lugging the chains and the winch and we were both exhausted by the time we got back and stowed the gear away.
He wanted me to shower first and I began to freak out again. I didn’t know how that would work. Was I supposed to just strip off in front of him? Would he turn away and not look? Was I supposed to walk naked from the outside shower to the house to get a towel and fresh clothes? Brian was looking at me strangely and I had to think of something.
“You go first, then would you bring me out a towel and my other set of clothes?” I said.
“Why?” He said, looking confused. “I thought we’d just shower out here and dry off in the air. We could just look the other way. You know I wouldn’t perv on you or anything.”
I looked at him and I suddenly realised that he was serious and also that he had no interest at all in perving on me. As if the idea of him wanting to see me naked was ridiculous.
“OK.” He said. “We’ll do it your way. Just look away while I have a shower.”
I did. I actually went to the other end of the building but I couldn’t resist having a sneak peek at him. That was a mistake. He was so fucking gorgeous and I saw him fully naked. I even saw his cock, hanging down, big and thick looking. Really big. Really thick. Oh My God.
I watched him walk naked to the house and return after a few minutes, fully dressed, with a towel and a change of clothes for me. He looked so fresh and clean, so beautiful.
He smiled and said. “I’ll go wait in the house till you’re finished.”
I felt so exposed and vulnerable in that open, outdoor shower. I got under it with my all my clothes on as Brian had done, washing the dead cow off my clothes but I couldn’t bring myself to take them off. I was terrified Brian would sneak a look even though I knew that was highly unlikely. He just wasn’t interested in me at all and if he did see me naked he’d be even less interested.
I finally worked up the courage but I was naked for less than and instant. I dried myself off hurriedly and quickly threw my clothes on. I felt so relieved.
An Agonizing Realisation
I couldn’t stop thinking about Brian’s naked body after that and it drive me nuts for weeks. I kept seeing him working that winch, his muscles flexing and bulging. I kept seeing him naked in the shower, I kept seeing his big cock hanging down, the way his ass moved as he walked into the house naked, wet from the shower.
I started hoping we’d find another dead cow in the creek so we could do it all again only this time I would have a really good look at him in the shower. It never happened and I began to think about how I could kill a cow and dump it in the creek.
I began to fantasize about Brian fucking me and how that body would feel pressed against mine, on top of me. I started to masturbate, something I hadn’t done for years and had only ever done infrequently. I had never had an orgasm. I used to just rub my cunt because it felt nice and occasionally I would feel these very faint tremors but that was all. I would slide my finger inside my cunt and imagine it was Brian’s cock but Oh God it would be so much bigger.
I had never felt like this before in my life and I hated it. It was so stupid and futile but I couldn’t control it. I became irritable and angry every time I was with Brian and he had no idea what was going on with me.
I had noone I could talk to about it, noone I could ask for advice and it was far too embarrassing to talk about to anyone anyway.
A Declaration of Sorts
I was going crazy, snapping at Brian all the time and I knew something had to give. It did one night at the farmhouse when we were curled up in our sleeping bags in front of the fire.
“Vicky?” Brain said carefully. “Have I done something to upset you, because you’ve been acting different for a while now.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You can tell me about it you know, if you want to.”
“I can’t.”
He wriggled over to me in his sleeping bag and put his arms around me and hugged me gently. God, his arms felt so good around me. I had an immediate image of those bare arms working that winch with muscles flexing and bulging.
“Whatever it is, if I can help, you know I will.” He said sincerely.
I looked up at him and kissed him. I pressed my lips against his and held them there, waiting for him to push me away and laugh at me. He didn’t. He didn’t respond at all. I began to work my lips on his, opening and closing my lips on his and then I tried to slide my tongue into his mouth. I had never kissed a guy before. I was 19 years old and had never kissed a guy. I knew the mechanics of it because my girl friends and I used to practice kissing but this was my first time.
I knew I was acting crazy but I was fully committed now, so I thrust my tongue into his mouth and he suddenly came alive. He held me tighter and thrust his tongue into my mouth.
It was a clumsy, awkward kiss but he was kissing me back and we just ploughed on regardless. We kissed for a long time and then we sat back and just looked at each other blankly.
I felt like such an idiot and I would have ran out of there if we hadn’t been miles from anywhere out on that farm.
“What did you do that for?” Brian asked quietly.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“Because I wanted to.” I said, thinking that sounded better.
“Because I felt like it.” I said, thinking that sounded even better.
“Oh.” He said, neutrally.
“Does this mean you want to be my girlfriend?’ He asked very slowly and I thought what a stupid thing to say.
“No.” I said abruptly.
“I don’t know.” I added quickly, just in case there was the slightest possibility.
“Maybe.” I said.
“I’ve never actually had a girlfriend before.” He said slowly.
“I’ve never even had sex.” I said, immediately regretting it and wondering why the fuck I would say that.
I had never counted that insertion and ejaculation as sex and the blowjob had been purely a business transaction.
“Neither have I.” He said quietly.
He looked very embarrassed but I knew he couldn’t possibly be as embarrassed as I was.
“We’re sort of already like boyfriend and girlfriend, aren’t we?” He said.
I couldn’t believe he had just said that, nor could I believe that he was actually thinking of me as his girlfriend.
“I didn’t think you saw me that way.”
“I didn’t think you were interested.” He said. “Are you?”
“Yes, I am.” I said firmly.
“OK, then.”
“OK, then what?”
“Then I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”
I had one moment of pure bliss when it felt like my heart was singing, then reality struck home brutally. Sooner or later he would see me naked or feel my body and he’d realise I had no tits and how skinny and sexless I was. I felt trapped in a mess of my own making.
“Shouldn’t you be happy?” He said, looking at me strangely. “I am.”
“No, it wouldn’t work.”
“But you said…”
“Yeah but you’re so good looking and so hot and I’m skinny and sexless and …”
“I don’t care.” He said. “I don’t care what you look like.”
“I’ve got no tits. I don’t mean I’ve got small tits, I mean I’ve got no tits.”
“I don’t care. I like you. We’re good together. It’s not important.”
If he had lied and said that he thought I was beautiful or did anything other than acknowledge the reality and tell me he didn’t care, it would never have gone any further. I knew what I looked like and there was no ignoring it or sugar coating it. I hated my body and I could never believe that Brian or anyone could like it. By telling me he didn’t care what I looked like it made me feel a lot better about everything.
My First Boyfriend
So, I had a proper boyfriend for the first time in my life. At 19. Wow! How pathetic is that? But better late than never. I wasn’t exactly confident about how things would turn out between us. Brian was every bit as weird as I was and he’d never had sex and never had a girlfriend so this really was going to be the blind leading the blind.
I thought that now we were boyfriend and girlfriend things would be somehow different between us but they were exactly the same. Nothing appeared to have changed. We did the same things we always did and the only real difference was that when we went to the farm on the weekends we would lie on the floor on top of our sleeping bags and kiss but usually only for about half an hour on and off, before we turned in for the night.
I don’t know why we never kissed when we were alone during the week but it seemed like the farm was the only place where we could relax and really be boyfriend and girlfriend. I thought he was ashamed and embarrassed for anyone to know that I was his girlfriend and I understood that.
But all we ever did at the farm was kiss. He never tried to touch my tits, which was a relief, and he never tried to touch my cunt, which I wouldn’t have minded. We would just lie side by side and kiss, we didn’t have much direct body contact but he seemed perfectly happy with what we were doing.
I wasn’t game to escalate things and he made no attempt to. I was still terrified of him seeing me naked and especially seeing my tits. I was also scared of having sex with him and while I wanted to badly I was definitely in two minds about it. So I decided I was happy to just wait and let nature take it’s course.
Dry Humping
I finally realised the reason Brian avoided body contact when we were kissing was because he would get an erection and he seemed terrified that I would notice it. I felt it press against me a few times and every time I did he would quickly back away from me.
I kind of understood why he would be embarrassed about me knowing he had an erection. We were both pretty confused about what to do and neither of us had any experience with relationships or with sex.
We never got undressed or changed in front of each other and we always slept in our clothes. When we kissed we were always fully clothed, Brian usually in jeans and t shirt and me in my cargo pants and t shirt. We were getting very good at kissing and at times we’d both become very excited and turned on but neither of us were game to take it any further.
I’ve always been prone to doing and saying things without thinking and it’s both a blessing and a curse but more often than not it’s a curse. We were kissing and I felt Brian’s erection press against my thigh. When he went to back off I hooked my leg over his and said.
“No don’t back away, that feels good.”
I could sense he was embarrassed so I kissed him more passionately to hide my own embarrassment and I began to press my body hard against his erection. After a while, he pressed back. We were lying on our sides like we always did and I kept pressing harder and harder against him.
He suddenly rolled over and lay on top of me. He caught me by surprise but I instinctively opened my legs and he ended up on top of me in a fucking position. He began to rub his cock up and down right on my cunt and even though there were his jeans and my cargo pants separating cock from cunt I could feel the hard bulge of his cock rubbing directly on my cunt.
And I really liked it. So did he. We kissed more passionately than we ever had and I found myself thrusting my hips as he kept rubbing his cock against me. Being in this fucking position was also turning me on and we both got carried away.
He just kept dry humping me like this until he came in his pants.
He stopped and I knew what had happened and I knew he was embarrassed and probably terrified of me knowing that he had just cum in his pants so I just ignored it.
“Oh God that was good.” I said. “We should do that all the time now.”
He looked really embarrassed but he nodded and smiled.
Dry humping became our new thing. He’d get on top of me, between my legs, I’d wrap my legs around him and he dry hump me until he came in his pants. Then he’d wait a while and sneak off to the bathroom, presumably to clean up and change his underpants. He never admitted to cumming in his pants and I never let on that I knew. It was crazy and weird but we were both happy.
We did that for a few months until one night on the spur of the moment I took my cargo pants off. Brian looked really worried and I just told him they were really annoying me, which was true, but not the only reason I took them off. Now I could feel his cock much better. It felt much better too. I could feel his bulge rubbing on my cunt now with just my panties in between.
My bare, skinny legs looked ridiculous wrapped around him but it was worth the embarrassment.
Sometimes I’d pull my panties to one side and I would feel the rough denim of his jeans rubbing directly on my cunt. That used to give me the little tremors like I used to feel when I masturbated.
One night we were doing this and it felt so good I got carried away. I told him to take his jeans off and I began undoing his belt. He panicked and I realised that if he took his jeans off, then I would know that he was cumming in his pants and he would know that I knew.
At this stage I was enjoying the dry humping so much I was no longer interested in having sex. This would do me fine. It was fun, it was easy and we were both comfortable with it. He was getting off and I was getting off as well as I thought I ever could or would. I remembered too well the last time and the only time I had ever had a cock in me and I wasn’t keen to repeat that experience.
I was also acutely aware of how big his cock was and I was convinced it was going to hurt and hurt badly if he put it in me.
So I gave up on the idea of taking his jeans off and instead got him to take his shirt off. Oh, God. I had no idea the effect that would have on me. His bare chest drove me absolutely nuts. I used to kiss it and rub my hands all over it and I just loved it. He really did have an incredible body.
Then Brian suggested I take my shirt off too and I was horrified. I told him I couldn’t because I was too embarrassed about my tits and he simply said it would feel better. It was the first time he had suggested anything and I didn’t want to discourage him but I was so fucking embarrassed about him seeing my tiny tits.
I also realised this would mean all I would have on would be my panties and that thought terrified and excited me. Brain resolved that issue by simply pulling my shirt over my head and off. I quickly covered my tits but he just lay on me and resumed humping me. I took my hands away and felt his bare chest rubbing against my little tits and Oh My God I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
I had never played with my tits before and I had never taken much notice of them, beyond futilely checking them regularly to see if they had grown. I felt my nipples harden and become super sensitive as I felt the bare skin of his chest rubbing up and down on them.
It felt incredibly good, amazingly good. I felt a lot more excited now that I was only wearing panties. It seemed like such an incredibly bold and sexy thing to do, to let him lie on top of me dry humping me when I was only wearing a pair of panties. I thought this was as close as you could get to fucking without actually fucking.
Wet Humping
After that night, we always did it that way. I’d strip down to my panties and he’d strip down to his jeans and we’d dry hump until he came but I was not supposed to know he was cumming. It was so much better this way but it was a bit too good. I started to become too excited and began to get careless about pulling my panties to one side so I could feel that denim clad cock rubbing directly on my cunt.
Brian noticed.
He saw I was pulling my panties to one side to expose my cunt.
“Why don’t you take them off?” He whispered.
He had a strange look on his face and his voice was deathly quiet. I thought he wanted to fuck me.
I was so embarrassed and afraid. I couldn’t look at him. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed but it felt like a sneaky, almost dirty thing to do.
“It’s OK.” He said reassuringly. “Take them off if it feels better.”
“But I’ll be naked.” I said.
“That’s OK.”
“Why don’t we both get naked?” I said without thinking.
He looked really excited and began to breathe very heavily. I thought he was going to do it and I felt this incredible, crazy excitement building in me.
“I’ll take my jeans off.” He said.
He took his jeans off and was incredibly self conscious about his cock. He got straight back on top of me and now only my panties and his underpants separated his cock from my cunt. This felt incredibly different. This was a whole new ball game. I could feel his cock very, very clearly now, rubbing up and down on my cunt. I could feel the roundness of it whereas before when he was wearing his jeans, all I could feel was a bulge.
Everything felt different. I could feel my bare legs wrapped around his bare legs now and it seemed like naked flesh against naked flesh everywhere. Except in one place. Between our legs.
It didn’t work for Brian though. His cock kept poking out of his underpants and he kept getting very embarrassed about it. He’d keep stopping and stuffing his cock back in his underpants but it just kept poking out.
I became incredibly frustrated with the stopping and starting and I snapped. I reached down and pulled his underpants down to mid thigh. His cock sprung free and I grabbed it. I laughed when it struck me that I had touched his cock before I had even seen it. That seemed really funny. I didn’t just touch it though I was holding it in my hand. Brian froze when I grabbed hold of his cock and he was just lying there, not moving at all.
It felt really big in my hand and I thought I’m in no hurry to have that huge big thing inside me. We’ll stick to what we’re doing. But then I had a panicky thought that he might think I want him to fuck me. To stick it in me.
We couldn’t stay like this all night though, I had to do something. I thought the time had come to tell him that I knew he was cumming in his underpants and that I was totally fine with it but I knew that would really embarrass him.
So, I put it another way.
“I want you to cum on me.” I said, a lot louder than I meant to.
“What?” He asked incredulously.
He looked shocked, horrified and very embarrassed.
“Take your undies off, do what we’ve been doing until you cum. And cum on my belly.”
“Oh God, really?” He asked, sounding stricken.
“Yeah.” I said. “It’ll be great.”
“God you’ve got a big cock.” I said without thinking.
“You sure?” He asked, looking very reluctant.
“Yeah, it’s fucking huge.”
“No, I meant about…”
“Yes, cum on my belly. Take ’em off.”
He reached down and pulled his underpants off and I struggled to get my panties off. It was difficult with him on top of me.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m taking my panties off to. So we can feel each other. Help me will you?”
He sat up between my legs and pulled my panties off. Now we were both naked together for the first time. He stopped and stared at my cunt with my panties in his hand.
“Oh God.” He said in a hushed whisper.
He stared at my cunt for a long time, making me feel very uncomfortable. Then I thought at least my cunt looks OK. Actually, I thought I had a nice cunt compared to some of my girlfriends cunts I had seen when we used to fool around. Mine was nice and neat with no bits sticking out and I had my bush trimmed neatly.
Then he looked me all over. He looked down at my legs, then slowly back up, pausing for another close look at my cunt, then over my bony hips, my flat stomach and up to my tiny tits.
I felt my face blush hotly and knew I had turned bright red. I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed and I knew he must be feeling very disappointed in my body.
I was watching him looking at me and then I saw his cock again and I began to stare at it. Fuck, it was big. Really big. I knew it was big but I didn’t think it was this big.
“What are you waiting for?” I said, desperate to end the examination.
He nodded, then got on top of me and this time carefully lined his cock up with my cunt and pressed down right on top of it. Oh God it felt good. It felt so good, his naked cock pressed directly on my naked cunt. It was so exciting us both being naked. I had his beautiful body on top of me, pressing against me.
Just when I was thinking it couldn’t get any better I felt his cock slide forward, forcing my cunt lips apart as it slid over my cunt. It rubbed right on my clit and it felt better than anything we had ever done. He began to rub his cock up and down and I started to feel those little tremors again. I thought fucking couldn’t possibly feel better than this.
I wrapped my arms around his back, pulled myself up so my tits rubbed against his chest, wrapped my skinny legs around his hips and we wet humped for the first time. I was surprised that his cock felt wet and it took me a while to realise that was coming from my cunt.
His cock slid wetly up and down over my cunt and it felt even better. I kept flexing my ass, forcing my cunt to press up against his cock as it slid over my cunt. I held him tightly with my arms and legs wrapped around him, absolutely loving the feel of his naked body against mine and especially the feel of his naked cock rubbing against my naked cunt.
Brian pressed down harder until his cock was sandwiched between our bodies and I could feel it rubbing on my stomach as well. What a deliciously wonderful feeling that was, that big cock rubbing on my belly.
He began to thrust harder and suddenly I felt his cum spurt up all over my belly with surprising force. It felt warm and kind of clingy. There was one big spurt, followed quickly by two smaller spurts and I was surprised how much cum there was.
“Oh God that was good.” He said, as he raised his body off mine and looked down at my stomach.
I looked down too. There seemed to be an awful lot of cum. I looked at his cock and saw it was still dribbling out of the end of his cock and dripping onto my belly. It was a strange sight, kind of sexy but kind of gross. I struggled with the idea that Brian had just cum on my belly. It seemed and incredibly intimate but disgusting thing to do. The kind of thing only a boyfriend and girlfriend or a husband and wife would do.
I reached down and took hold of his cock. I liked the feel of it in my hand. I got cum all over my hand but I didn’t care. I began to slowly jerk him off, the way the girls had shown me how to do a hand job all those years ago. A skill I never thought I would ever need.
“Do you want to do it again?” Brian asked.
“Yes, I do.” I said, deadly seriously.
“Should we clean up first?”
“No point.”
The second time was even better.
We wet humped like this for about 18 months. Brian never tried to stick it in me and I never wanted him to. We began to experiment a little. I tried sucking his cock but I didn’t like it and neither did he. He tried licking my cunt but he didn’t like it. I liked the feeling, a lot, but I felt too self conscious about him doing it. He used to suck my nipples and play with my little tits and I’d play with his cock but that was about it.
So, we stuck to what we did best. Wet Humping.
Along Came Ken
I met Ken not long after Brian and I began Wet Humping and Ken did stick his cock in me. Ken was not normal either but in a completely way to Brian. Ken was much older, 63 at the time, very experienced, very charming and very kinky.
I went on a very different journey with Ken while at the same time plodding down the Wet Humping road with Brian. I never regarded Ken as a lover, or as a boyfriend but as something else, something that I couldn’t put a word to at the time, so I never regarded it as cheating and I never felt guilty about it.
I have always known that Brian and I would never have lasted long if it hadn’t been for Ken. Ken taught me to, if not feel proud of my body, to at least not be so ashamed of it. It sounds so trivial but my self image and my tit complex was such an incredibly powerful and debilitating thing at that time.
Ken forced me to accept my body by making me spend just about every minute we were together naked. He didn’t exactly celebrate my body, nor did he addle me with false praise, he simply accepted me for the way that I looked and taught me that other men could and would, do the same.
Very, very gradually I began to feel better about Brian seeing me naked. I still thought I looked like a freak but he seemed to think I looked OK and Ken had boosted my self confidence although that may be overstating it. I even started wearing a bikini around the farm in summer and I let him take pictures of me topless even thought I was still incredibly embarrassed about my tiny tits.
I soon realised Brian was a pervert. His obsession with photography was really an obsession with taking pictures of naked women and I was the only one available to him at the time.
It was an incongruous, awkward and unlikely combination of self consciousness, embarrassment and shame on my part and pure unadulterated pervertedness on Brian’s. One of the down sides of my experiences with Ken was that I found myself complying almost automatically with Brian’s increasingly bizarre requests the same way I had done with Ken.
He took hundreds, perhaps thousands of pictures of me, becoming increasingly explicit all the time and I went along with it but we didn’t advance beyond Wet Humping. The pictures seemed to be an entirely different thing, unrelated to our sexual activity. At least in the beginning.
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