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Hello. My name is Timothy. I am a sexual addict. I am engaging in my fourth step in recovery: A searching and fearless moral inventory of myself.
Sexually, I had nothing going on for the rest of my 20’s.
Graduating community college led to attending a four year university. Girls turned me down left and right. I couldn’t get dates, phone numbers or even coffee excursions. Not for lack of trying. Most girls just wanted nothing to do with me.
There was one close call when I was able to get a girl up to my dorm room. Two hours later I was sitting in the bathroom with a beer in one hand and tears running down my face as I listened to her and my scumbag roommate fucking in the next room. It was frustrating that I had absolutely no “game” when it came to women.
After graduating with a BA I found work in the only area that was hiring. Working overnight in a warehouse job. After 3 years I upgraded to retail. I moved in with a different scumbag roommate from college. I’ll just call him Asshole for the purposes of giving him a name.
I was 29 when one of Asshole’s friends from college was getting married. I knew the guy in passing, but I was never really friends with him. Asshole didn’t feel like driving four hours up to the bachelor party so he “invited” me on the condition that I would do the driving. I agreed. Back then when people asked me for something, I just did it.
We went up to his friend’s house. We recognized that “yes” we did remember each other from school almost 8 years ago. I politely introduced myself to his fiancée. She seemed very nice. I didn’t leer or do anything untoward. Just smiled and shook her hand.
After the pleasantries, the men went in a car for the bachelor party. The four of us included Asshole, the groom, his friend and myself. It took us another 6 hours to drive into Quebec. By this point it was getting dark. We got a hotel room and immediately went clubbing. Asshole wanted to go to a strip club, but the groom said he liked clubbing more.
I’m not much of a club person. I attempted dancing. Girls there pretended not to know English so that I wouldn’t talk to them. The groom was trying to pick up girls with some stupid fake flower trick. buca escort I got bored after a couple of hours and just nursed some beers at the bar. I am an expert at slight-head-bopping to music.
Around 2 AM, Asshole finally convinced the groom to go to a strip club. By the time we found one and got in, it was only going to be open for another 20 minutes. I’d never been in a strip club before. It was nice seeing a naked girl for the first time in almost 10 years. Shortly after arriving the groom’s friend took a dancer into a private room.
Shortly afterwards, I was propositioned by another girl. I figured, “Why not?” At least I get to have some unsheathed boobs near my face.
We went upstairs to a room with a lot of little cubicles. She said it was twenty dollars for five minutes. As soon as she said that, an announcement went off that the place was closing in five minutes. One dance sounded fine to me.
We found ourselves in a little cubicle with a single metal frame chair in the middle. I sat in the chair and she pulled off her bikini top. She sat on my lap and ground her crotch into me. She was very pretty. It was dark, so descriptions are useless. I ran my fingers over her nipples and gave her some play. She stopped grinding me after a few seconds and tilted her head back to the ceiling. I took the cue and bent down to suck a nipple. We only had about a minute more of this position when the music stopped and they started playing a weird siren sound.
“Too soon.” She said. I had to agree with her. I could have used some more time. I gave her an American $20 bill. She said it was going to be difficult getting the correct change in Canadian. I told her to just keep it. With the exchange rate it would cover the tip. She kissed me quickly on the cheek and then a slightly longer kiss on the mouth. She then got up, walked into the dressing room, and out of my life.
We wandered the streets for a bit more before heading back to the hotel. When we got in the lobby Asshole said we needed to get a hooker because the groom had to get laid. That’s the whole point of the bachelor party. The rest of us just wanted to go to bed. We went up to the room leaving escort buca him behind in the lobby.
Asshole came in about 10 minutes later and said that she was going to be on her way. He then pulled me aside and told me I had to give him my money to pay for her. He bitched that I hadn’t spent any money on anything and everyone else was broke from the night. I only had about $120 left, but I gave it to him. Again. Back then when people asked me for something, I usually just gave it.
The girl arrived. She looked my age but she was definitely haggard. There were years behind those eyes. She also didn’t speak much English. Asshole took one look at her and made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with her. He went right to the couch and pretended to sleep.
It took a while before she understood that she was just there for the groom. They closed the bedroom door and did what they were going to do. Asshole commented that I really needed to get laid too.
About two minutes later the groom came out of the bedroom, pointed at me and said, ‘Your turn. Get in there.”
I went in with some apprehension. I didn’t have a condom on me. I never had need for one. The girl was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her tits were out but her pants were still on. I assumed the groom just got a hand job or a blowjob.
“Hi.” I said.
“Allo.” She replied. She patted the bed next to her.
I sat down where she indicated. She stood up, reached in her purse and pulled out a condom. She handed it to me. I unzipped, pulled out my dick. Thankfully I was hard. I rolled the condom on and turned to her. She immediately got on her knees and started sucking me. It was my first blowjob. Carrie always kept the sex vaginal in nature. This girl was fast and efficient. She knew just the right amount of pressure to apply.
I hunched over and reached down so I could fondle her tits as she sucked me. I felt like a real player. Two sets of tits in one night and a blowjob. What more could a guy ask for? I tugged on her nipples and rolled them slightly side-to-side a few times.
She pulled her mouth off of my dick and looked up at me. “Fuck me.” She gently pushed my right shoulder buca escort bayan and I lay back on the bed. I listened to her pull her pants down, and then she climbed on top of me. She had dark blonde pubic hair shaved into a little landing strip. A lot of the stubble around it was growing through. She had a fit body but there were a lot of stretch marks over her stomach. I assumed she must have had a few pregnancies under her belt.
She grabbed my manhood and guided it into herself. She rode me for a few minutes. Nothing spectacular. I wasn’t going to come anytime soon. My experiences with Carrie taught me that it took a lot to bring myself to completion. Carrie had once told me that it was because I jerked off so many times a day without any lotion. My dick could only get off quickly from rough jerking action, or else it took close to an hour of lubricated stimulation.
I didn’t want to ruin this girl’s night and I had already had a good time with the attention I had gotten. So after a respectable amount of time, I faked an ejaculation.
When I got out of the bedroom, the groom’s friend went in for his turn. He came out of the bedroom five minutes later and went right into the bathroom. I knew Asshole wasn’t going to participate so I went back in the bedroom to help the girl get her stuff. I saw her working to get her bra back on so I asked her if she needed any help with it. She said no.
I started gathering her various things and putting them on the bed for her so that she didn’t have to search for anything. She leaned on my shoulder to put her shoes on. When she was ready to go I walked her out of the hotel room and to the elevator. Before she got in she kissed me on the cheek and said, “You are gentleman.” And then gave me two kisses on the mouth. She got in the elevator and the doors shut.
I licked my lips and could taste the lubrication from the condoms on my lips. I was still happy though. I now had three notches on my bedpost. I didn’t feel like as much of a loser as I did before the trip.
The next week Asshole was driving up alone for the wedding. I asked him why he didn’t need me to drive him up. He said that the groom’s fiancée was creeped out by me and didn’t want me there. Also, the other guys from the bachelor party thought I was a faggot for some reason. He didn’t elaborate on his points. The fact was, I wasn’t welcome at the wedding.
Fine by me. I had video games to play and the apartment to myself for the weekend.
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