Friend to Slut

You try to stay as silent as possible as you spill your seed onto your tummy, chasing all these memories away with your post-orgasm haze. Anxiously, you glance over at Andrew on the bed beside you to make sure you didn't wake him. Carefully, you get up to the bathroom to clean off the semen not only from your stomach, but also from your ass.

It was about eight years since the night you had woken up together with Bob. In the months after that, he had fucked you many times, but to your disdain he had never done anything more. One night when you were feeling particularly romantic, you had tried to kiss him, but he just pushed you away and laughed in your face, calling you a fag. You wondered why you kept coming back to him after that, until you realized that you didn't give a shit about him, only the sex.

In the years that followed, you became more and more promiscuous, first starting out with random strangers, but gradually moving on to friends and even relatives. Soon anal led to threesomes, and threesomes led to gangbangs, until there wasn't a fag in town who hadn't had a piece of your ass. Hell, even half the straight guys got a sample.

Still, you couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong with your life. You weren't really happy, and the fact that you were getting older certainly wasn't helping. You really needed a change, but didn't know what it was.

Turns out, it was Andrew. He was one of those straight guys who got to know you well, fucking you in a club bathroom one coked-up night. You hadn't thought anything of him at the time, but then he asked for a second date and then a third. You couldn't understand what he saw in you, given that most men would just fuck you and move on like the slut you are. It was later on that you found out how you were his first fuck, and how your skills had impressed him so much that he had fallen in love with you.

One night you asked him if he was really willing to get serious with you given your past, but he said he didn't mind. Not as long as you would be loyal to him from now on.

You aren't, of course, still getting plenty of fucks in sideways when he's not looking. He's a cool guy and all, but he can't just change your whole sexuality with a snap of the fingers. Actually, he can be quite controlling, and even a little bit violent at times, beating you bloody over a money argument once. But you put up with him because of that one thing - money. And he had a hell of a lot of it. Enough to get you a new Beamer for your birthday.

You grimace as you fish the last of his cum out of your ass and flush it down the toilet. You check your phone and see a text from Blake:

• Yo, you up for a fling tomorrow? -
• Andrew leaves at 11 :) -

You smile, already thirsting after Blake's seven incher. Silently, you creep into bed, hoping you don't wake Andrew, or you might wake up dead.

Contributing author's note: I'd like to thank everyone for reading my xpack. I know it's a bit rough, but I knew that for my first attempt at writing it had to be this story that I would expand upon. This story, which had so accurately revived my unfulfilled real life fantasies.

I'd like to thank boywearspanties for doing so, knight26 for approving my work, and most of all everyone who viewed and liked the chapters as I dropped them. If it weren't for you, I'd have given up halfway.

I'd also like to shout out Fenoxo's excellent chyoa game 'Corruption of Champions', which not only helped me explore my sexuality, but also was a huge influence on my work. (Especially the character Kelt).

I hope this message doesn't make me sound like some sort of jerk-off, but this story was really important to me, so I felt like I had to leave something at the end.