After the awkward bore that was Mr. Mackey, I started fucking Mr. PB whenever I could. But my holes are greedier than I’d like to admit & even regular fuck buddies deserve to have a life outside of my depraved indulgences. With X’s encouragement, I popped back on my usual apps and started looking around for something shiny & new. It seems my ADHD does indeed extend to my sexual relationships, who woulda thought. That’s when I stumbled across Good Christian Boy in all his contrarian glory.

He was the antithesis of his nickname. I wouldn’t call him a hypocrite, that implies malice behind his actions, which he definitely didn’t have. But I will say he is doing his best to paint his life by the numbers while still occasionally indulging in the things he actually wants to. That classic middle America brand of cognitive dissonance everyone knows, but if it was embodied in human form.

“Fonda, that doesn’t exactly sound like your type? You didn’t fuck this one right?”

When you live in Midwestern Hell & a fairly attractive man who owns a life sized cut out of John Cena offers to let you play his ass, you don’t turn it down. Or at least I don’t.

I’m 85 – 95% sure we met via reddit. I’d been posting nudes for internet points & to fill the endless, attention seeking void inside of me & he’d apparently been browsing said nudes, looking for hook-up buddies to fill his own void(s). GCB struck up an intro conversation well enough to catch my ever fleeting attention for about a week before he decided the half-across-the-state trek was worth the pussy. Despite my best attempts to warn him about how aggressive I can be in real life, his only response was ever “bring it”, so I did.

We met up at one of our favorite dive bars & I picked his Lurch-like frame out of the crowd pretty quickly sitting at the bar. I rushed up to him exactly like I said I would. I grabbed his face and planted a giant kiss on his sweet lips, again, exactly like I said I would. I pulled away & saw he looked like Bambi looking into the bright lights of a fast approaching Mack Truck. It became clear no one had ever just done whatever they wanted to him as boldly as I was about to. I laughed & grabbed his hand while giving him a big smile and led him to our table for the night as he shuffled along behind me.

As we ate & drank, we made some of the most cumbersome small talk I’ve ever encountered in my adult life. I was pretty good at carrying the conversation if I had to by this point, but I’ve never met someone so naturally confident and self-deprecating at the same time so it was tricky to navigate even for me. X didn’t seem too impressed by him. By now not a lot seemed to excite him about what we were doing despite me constantly checking in & his constant insistence that he was. But I had a bag of toys, lube & condoms with GCB’s name on it and the night was swinging in favor of going my way.

We blew threw the initial pleasantries and went straight into hashing out the events for the rest of the evening as X paid the tab. Discussions of what hotel to go to & what to pick up along the way flew through the open night air as we walked out. We left the bar and I made sure to pull  GCB closer to me on the sidewalk & gave him another Bambi-eye inducing kiss before we parted ways. I stared into his eyes and saw how eager & assured he was of whatever was about to happen to him. Neither one of us were very sure what exactly what was, but we both knew we wanted it to happen.

To be honest, despite that last kiss the fact that he even showed up to the hotel surprised the fuck out of me. Free pussy in this economy will have you walking into situations you wouldn’t go fully armed. X did the usual bit and got us a room. As soon as we all barreled into the room I threw my purse on one of the bed and rolled out it’s contents. Lube, condoms, butt plugs, dildos, etc. And as he had promised earlier that week while we were genitals deep in a sexting session, GCB had brought his own accessories to the party: giant homemade floggers.

I quickly grabbed it and tested it out first on the empty bed with a dull, loud thump & then on my hand to see what type of sting it brought. I was impressed. For a dude who clearly didn’t have a grasp on much about adult life, he had good taste in BDSM equipment.

I threw the paddle back onto bed & my mind switched gears to a different type of curiosity as I saw GCB was already stripping out of his clothes. I quickly joined in, as is polite & we shed our polite society skins before I quickly climbed on top of him. He was already hard as a rock and ready to go so it was just a matter of sliding him into my tight pussy. I rode him and got the first nut of the night out of the way pretty quickly. I giggled as I collapsed on top of his enormous torso, that was now lightly shredded and covered in bright red marks from my nails, out of breath but content.

Considering the viciousness & speed with which we had fucked, it was clear we could both use a quick breather. We laid around chatting as I tested out his heavy floggers on my own ass. What can I say? I’m a sadomasochist. The sado part is just a lot more prominent. We made far less awkward chit-chat and fucked around on our phones a bit before the topic of me playing with GCB’s ass came up. I’ll admit, I was eager to finally get my fingers/plastic dicks into another human asshole besides my own. X had always been so weird, if not out right angry whenever I brought the topic up despite having fucked my ass almost whenever he wanted for a decade plus.

Stone top energy I guess? Ha.

Our breather break ended shortly after the butthole talk because it finally dawned on everyone we’re naked & we can just…do that if we wanted to. I felt like a teenage boy being offered a hand up a girl’s skirt for the first time and I’m sure my technique was about as good.

I parted his milky white cheeks with a grin on my face eyeing his pink little hole  & slid my tongue all over and inside of his tight ass. As I felt it tighten and relax against my wet probing mouth. I lubed up my fingers & slide them around and then into his tight ass as I moved my tongue’s focus to licking up & down on his increasingly stiff cock. It wasn’t long before I got the heads up that I was maybe being a bit too eager with my first attempts of playing with an asshole I can’t feel. No surprise there, everyone fucks up their first time – that’s half of why any community that’s as free with sexuality as the lifestyle as is relies on good communication. Not being the least bit dismayed, I gave GCB his choice of toys he’d asked me to bring: my big purple butt plug or the one shaped like baby Jesus. In the moment his purity won out (or maybe he just hasn’t reached the pinnacle of western Christianity: the almighty blasphemy fetish) so I offered up Big Purple to which GCB agreed was probably the safer option. Both spiritually and physically, I assume. I lubed it up & slid it inside, little by little, hearing a groaning sigh as his hungry, puckered little asshole sucked in the rest of the toy.

I turned my attention back to his throbbing dick, still using my soft lips & warm tongue to push him closer to cumming. Greedily, I decided to take one more opportunity to get off & climbed back on top. Hammering my pussy up and down on his cock while holding the plug inside of pulsing hole, I came pretty quickly but GCB seemed to need a little more bounce back time after the marathon I had already put him through in the last hour or so.

We switched up positions to me laying down & him on top and while I had to shift him from fucking my thighs (like I said the flesh was weak the spirit was willing) he did he best to fuck as well as he knew how. Tthe effort of his from-the-back stroke game + the bed rubbing on my clit was enough for me to cum one more time along with him. Exhausted and most definitely dehydrated, I rolled off of him and back on the cheap hotel bed, staring at the ugly, popcorn ceiling as I tried to catch my breath.

After giving myself a minute to recover, I popped outside with X to enjoy a post-fuck cigarette and people watch the strangers going about their lives outside the hotel. I took in a big lung full of smoke as I felt the cool summer breeze blow through my skirt & GCB’s warm cum drip out of my cunt and down my thigh. I snubbed out my smoke halfway through after taking note of X’s impatient sighs & decided I’d rather have some taquitos than anymore dick.

I peeked back into the room to see our Good Christian Boy back to staring at his phone. I crept in hoping not to disturb him and started quietly packing up our stuff. I put on the rest of my clothes & said the polite goodbyes you say to a stranger you’ve just left in a puddle on a strange bed. I couldn’t help myself after such a weird, fun new experience and  leaned over to give his Bambi-eyed face one more kiss before we headed on our way.

X and I got in the car to head off for cheap gas station food & the privacy of our own four walls. We went back and forth, giving our individual reviews of the night right up until we stumbled in through the front door. I took a quick shower then went for round ??? – dick two of the night. Which ended exactly how every other round the night had and I drifted off to sleep feeling pretty confident in our decision to start this insane experiment.